"Do you think we're a good couple?" Alexis asked, randomly. When she had questions, they just rolled out of her mouth without much thought. She turned to look at Dean with a warm smile, even though she was nervous for the answer.
Dean looked back toward her as she spoke, leaning back against the bed that he was sitting on, "We should be pretty damn dysfunctional," He said, "But I don't think we're so bad."










