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“What is wrong with you?” Dean’s incredulous voice disturbed the silence of the motel room.
“What do you mean?” Sam was genuinely confounded at his brother’s outrage.
Dean gestured abjectly at the stack of books weighing down the table, not caring to hide his bewilderment.
Sam’s eyebrows disappeared into his hairline. “I’m studying for the exam next month.”
“You’re not going back to school, Sammy.”
“Why would you say that?” he asked meekly, sadness tingeing his voice.
Despite knowing it for a fact, Dean immediately hated himself for causing the spark of light dying in his little brother’s expressive eyes.
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