Who is dean?

SICK

More may^

Thank god it's Saturday.

I blow my nose in another piece of tissue and roll my way to my window.

As of this morning the thermometer declared me sick. So to complete my Saturday I completely wrapped myself in my cover and planted my butt in my desk chair with wheels.

I stare at the circle road and the houses along it.

"Are you ok enough for me to go to work?" My mom asks at my door. I spin around in my chair. "Yeah ma. I'll call you if I cough out a lung." I say smiling at her.

"Do you want me to make you soup before I go?" I shake my head and stuff a piece of tissue into my right nostril. "Ok then, don't forget to make yourself something. Love you." She says on her way downstairs and out the door.

Meanwhile:

Anthony puts on his jacket, staring at himself in the long mirror in his room. He nervously adjusts his hat and looks at himself one last time before leaving his room.

Dean, stuffing his hands in his pockets walks into the kitchen, grabbing a cup. "Where are you going?" He asks Anthony as Anthony makes his way past.

"May's house." Anthony says, quickly heading for the door.

"Uh Wait! I want to go too."

Anthony rolls his eyes, regretting telling him. Dean runs into his room. He grabs the envelopes and his jacket, stuffing them into his hoodie as he rushes out of the room. "Ok let's go."

As the two begin to walk dean realizes something. "Wait, why are you going to May's house?"

Anthony looks at Dean hopelessly. "It's Not your business. I honestly wanted to come alone so her and I could talk."

Dean stares at the sidewalk as he walks. "About what?"

May's pov

As I stare out the window two things catch my eye.

What looks to be Anthony walks out of his house, along following dean.

"What the fuck?" I say through my stuffy nose as they get too close to my house for comfort.

My doorbells rings.

Fuck.

I groan, getting up from my chair and stomping down the stairs. I open the door wide, showing me in my sick glory.

Dean looks at me weird and so does Anthony. I adjust the cover I'm wrapped in and blink at them both. "What do you want?"

They both don't say anything, examining me closely.

"This is getting weirder than it already was, what do you two want?"

"Are you sick?" Anthony asks quickly.

I nod, how much more obvious could it be?

They both push past me, walking into my house. Anthony grabs my shoulders, "you need to be sitting down."

He leads me to the couch and sits me down. "Dean?" Anthony calls out.

"I'm making the tea!" Dean screams from the kitchen.

"What the hell is wrong with you and dean? Who said you could come into my house and make tea?"

Anthony ignores me, putting his hand to my head, making my cheeks hotter than usual. "Did you take your medicine?"

I roll my eyes. "Yes I took my medicine, mom." He wraps the cover I'm already wrapped in around me tighter.

Dean sets down a cup onto the living room table, steam rising from it. "I told you not to be outside without a coat on." Dean says, sounding irritated.