I’ve been leaving my bedroom window cracked pretty much all the time lately. I tell myself it’s in case of situations like these, where I need to sneak back into my room from a stealth job, but it’s honestly more about giving Dean an opportunity to sneak in, should he so choose.
The house. I was there. Keeping an eye on you.
He has been here, then. Maybe not in my room with me, but nearby, watching me.
I should be pissed, right? I’d be a hypocrite not to, after being so mad at Finn.
It’s not the same, though—not really. Finn was in my room with me. He could hear me; he could see me doing things I wouldn’t do in front of a person. If Dean’s been watching my window from the outside, just to make sure no one hurts me, it’s a little different.
If only a little.
I still can’t believe wha
