You were curled up with a book, trying to escape the unsettling thoughts that had been circling in your mind. The change in Dean over the past three years had been replaying. He was more distant now, and his usual jokes had faded, you often wondered if it was something you’d done or if he was hiding something. “Are you already reading? How useless.” His words cut through you. You looked up, trying to read his expression. You closed the book slowly. “Dean, is everything okay? You haven’t been yourself lately.” He shrugged. “Just not in the mood for chit-chat”