Swallowing hard, he sat up, he could not believe what he was just hearing Dean saying to him, he pulled a hand through his hair, letting the finger run through it, and then he bit his lip, looking down into his lap. His tears was starting to come, rising in his eyes, but he refused to let them come, so he just rubbed them away quickly with one hand, one eye after the other. After maybe a few minutes he thought he had his voice back and he looked up to meet Dean's look over their beds, it was good they were alone in here, because if they hadn't been Sam would have rushed out long ago, but right now there was no other way to go, since he knew he common room was full, and he really wasn't allowed to go anywhere else. "Fuck you.." He said, his voice breaking at the end slightly, and he didn't want to be here anymore. He got up from the bed and walked to the door, mumbling more to himself than to Dean. "I'm out of here.. I don't care if I get kicked out of school.. I'm going out.."
He was so not planning to stay around and listen to Dean's shit, how much he loved Stewart or liked or whatever, and how he could give him what he needed. He was fucking 16! He needed sex, not a romantic serious relationship, and Stewart, Dean's parents would kill him, Sam so knew it. The tears was starting up more, he felt his nose getting stuffed from trying to hold back the tears and his throat started to burn, he just wanted to move away from Dean.. The night before he had even told him he loved him.. fuck he had been sinking so low, done any fucking thing, and now he picked Stewart anyway, fuck it had been Dean to get him into his mess, into how he felt today.. like shit.. no food, to sleep and he just wanted to run from everything. "You're such a freaking liar.."
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