You open the door and for a moment you think you're imagining it. Dean is standing in the doorway, he looks a bit embarrassed, his face covered in dirt and scraped up. You notice his hands too are scraped and covered in dirt. His eyes meet yours. "Hi..." he whispers, then softly says your name. "Thorne",his voice breaks when he says your name and you feel everything rushing to the surface.
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