Who is dean?

SPAINED WRIST

Dean and I trudge through Florida streets, I, struggling with my luggage along with my possibly sprained hand while dean struggling with his anger.

"This is so fucked up! Are they fucking idiots? How could they not at least take roll call or some shit?" It's still kind of hard to get used to dean's personality especially when I thought he was different this whole time.

"Being mad is not going to get us anywhere." I mumble. "We tried your way,May. And all they did was kick us out of the hotel." He says walking backwards to face me.

"They had no choice. The reservation was only until this morning." I say blandly.

Not to mention dean didn't make the situation better by screaming his head off at the manager. He turns around, walking regularly again.

"Are you hungry then?" He asks shyly as we continue to walk.

"I'm broke." I say simply, purposely striding behind him so he won't notice my hand.

"That's not what I asked."

We walked for a while until we finally came across a place to eat, which dead practically dragged me into. "Get what you want." He says, sitting opposite of me and holding up his menu.

We were in a small restaurant with little to none customers. I hold up my menu as well slightly hissing at the pain in my wrist.
Dean doesn't seem to notice, skimming the menu items with his eyes.

"Where are we going to stay tonight?" I ask worriedly as he beckons a waiter over to order. "Relax, my mom has a vacation house here. We just have to find a way there and get settled we can charge our phones and worry about things there."

"Hi, what would you like to order?" The waiter asks already scribbling down on his notepads. After we each take out orders the waiter begins taking dean's menu.

I shudder in pain as he takes the menu out of my right hand. "Are you ok?" Dean asks giving me a weird look.

"I'm fine. I'm still a little curious on what exactly happened today. Why didn't my roommate wake me up? And why did Quinn say I needed you? It just doesn't add up." I ramble on trying to change the subject.

"It's ok. Let's not stress about it. When we get to the vacation house we'll call Quinn and talk to sandy so they'll turn the bus around."

I smile a little staring at him. "Good plan."

We finally got our food, Dean oddly staring at me as I ate my burger with one hand. I nervously smile, making sure to keep my sprained hand hidden under the table.

One more day... I think to myself. Just one more day then I can tell sandy and maybe she can take me to get it at least wrapped. We leave the restaurant and begin walking again.

"I have some money left so we can catch a cab there." Dean says, raising his arm to hail a taxi. Surprisingly quick, a cab stops in front of the curb where we are. "Can you pop the trunk?" Dean asks.

We make our way to the trunk of the car, Dean already loading his luggage in. I take a deep breath, knowing in order for me to put my things in I have to use both hands.

"I'll do it." Dean says quickly placing my stuff in the trunk. "T-thank you."

He hums a little staring at me with a raised eyebrow. "Let's go."

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We make it to the vacation house fast. As I get out of the car I stare in awe.

It wasn't very big but it was nice. A little blue one story house, looks newly built.