Lindsay's POV~
I checked my phone to see that it was already 6:30. I groaned. "Shit." I murmured. Dean looked up at me through his eyelashes. 'Damn those green eyes' I thought. "What's wrong?" He asked, concerned. "I had to be back to by 6. My mom's gonna kill me." Dean's eyes widened. "It's already past 6?" I nodded. "Shit. Shit. Shit. My dad will literally kill me." I looked at him confusedly. "He's really strict. I gotta get home." I nodded and we each headed out of the library. Just as I was about to get in my car, I turned to Dean. "Hey, you ever wanna get away from your dad for a bit, call me." I winked at the end, and I swore I could see a slight pink tint on his cheeks.
When I got home, I walked in on my parents fighting. Again. "Marie, I swear, nothing happened between us!" I rolled my eyes. "God damn it, Mark! We both know that isn't true!" I heard glass break and ran upstairs. I slammed my bedroom door and heard the fighting quiet down a bit.
Dean's POV~
I drove back to the motel to see Sam sitting outside. "Sammy?" I yelled. He turned towards me and ran over. He pulled me into a hug. "Dean, dad's drunk again." He said. I clenched my jaw. Why the fuck does he think he could go and get drunk all the time? I thought. I rolled my eyes. "C'mon, Sam. We're getting a separate room." He followed me into the office.
*40 minutes later*
We both entered the room and tiredly layed down on our beds. Getting the room had taken forever. I quickly drifted off into a deep sleep.
Hey, guys! So, the picture in the side thingy is of what Lindsay looks like :) Also, I suggest watching the video, because it's awesome and sad. Thanks for reading! Please vote and/or comment
