"What are you scared of, Dean?" I ask, looking backwards at the guy sitting in my bed.
He shrugs, looking back at me, "I don't know, nothing that I can think of."
I sit up and face him, "Come on, everyone's scared of something." I pause before continuing, "Even the Bad Boy."
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