Discoveries || Dean & Connie
Dean swallowed hard, staring at her almost painfully. “Uh….” He blinked, finally sent his gaze elsewhere, frowning at his goblet. “Um, yeah…uh-no, no nothing’s wrong…” How could he possibly explain this? He knew exactly how Connie got about her dad, she’d mentioned it to him a million times, he’d seen her outbursts at other people. So the connection shouldn’t even matter. But here she was…the daughter. Did she even really know him? Did she know him when…
Dean blinked again, brow furrowed. As the thoughts spiraled around his head, his jaw tensed along with his shoulders. He put the paper down and took a sip of his juice. He had to do something with his hands. He wanted to throw over the table and run right through the window…
Connie stared, looking confused, and somewhat concerned. He was really worked up about something-- that much was obvious. "Dean..." she started, pausing for a moment, not really knowing what to say. He'd never admitted to anything upsetting him before, so she wondered if it was even worth asking. Still, he looked almost pained when he glanced at her, and she decided that needed to be addressed. "Something's clearly bothering you" she stated, deciding to be direct about it, "What's going on?"











