Dean sat on his bed, Ash sitting on bed above him. He was clicking away at the laptop, most likely looking at how much the restrictions kept him back. After the government found him, they destroyed his computer, giving him a new one with restrictions, supposed to keep society safe from the killer consequences of boredom.
Dean was pretending to read, but he hadn't turned the page in three minutes. He was looking out for Castiel, watching for him to walk through the door. His guitar case was open, sitting at the foot his bed. Things were strewn about, his socked feet placed carefully on the edge of his case. He looked down at the book, re-reading the line that he practically had memorized.
She has committed no crime, she has merely broken a rigid and time honored code of our society, a code so severe that whoever breaks it is hounded from our midst as unfit to live with.
This hit him hard, making his gut churn as he read this, his eyes frozen to the page. He gulped, his adams apple bobbing as those words vibrated down to his very soul. Dean felt strangely connected to Tom Robinsons character, and the accusation that had made him lose everything. The difference between him and Tom was that Tom was falsely accused, and Dean had just been stupid. Maybe when he gets out of here, he would move to Cali. He always heard it was legal there.
The door squeaked open, but he was so lost in thought that he didnt even look up, didnt even care enough to check if it was ocean eyes. He just sat with his legs crossed, the book laying face up in his lap, the same sentence running through his mind, and the desire to be free echoing through his very core.
YOU ARE READING
I will always love you
RandomDean has always been in trouble, losing his mother in an accident, and having a drunk father, he always found pleasure in drugs and alcohol. but being sent to a positive changes boarding school is a little excessive, don't you think? ¶ Castiel was t...
