I looked across at Dean in the dimly lit interior of the Impala and failed to recognise the expression on the face I knew all too well. But I couldn’t read my brother’s face, not this time. Never before on Dean had I seen such a controlled mask of what I guessed was a mixture of severe disappointment, panic and pure revulsion. And it all was because of me. What I had done, what he had seen me doing, seemed to have a created a wedge between us for the last half an hour, and a growing fear inside me told me that this wedge may never be destroyed, and I couldn’t afford to let that happen....
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