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Dean What Are You Doing Here Essay

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"Dean, what are you doing here?" I asked, "I wanted to check up on you." He explained, I peeked over his shoulder to see an old beaten up truck with an empty passenger seat sitting in the snow. "Where 's Sam and what happened to the Impala?" I asked, changing the subject. "By the way, I don 't need anyone to look out for me." I hinted, Dean rolled his eyes and pushed passed me, "Uh huh, that 's what they all say." He strolled through the house, looking around and taking in the warmth. "Dean, what are you really doing here?" I sighed closing the door and stepping into the living room. "Said it before, ain 't going to say it again. I came to check up on you." Dean said as he rambled through my fridge grabbing a beer. "Haven 't heard from you in a few months and –" "Well, you do know that a phone works two ways? You could just pick up... and call. No need to visit. " I interrupted him, "True." Dean agreed as he walked into the living room. A hiss came from his bottle as he popped the lid off. "Okay, Ivory Rayborn called and told me that you moved to Nebraska. She wanted me to check up on you. Plus, I 've missed you." Dean said, taking a sip from his beer. "Well, that 's sweet and all. I 'm fine and thanks for worrying." I implied, "So, what have you been up to and how did you get such an awesome place?" Dean asked, as he threw himself on the couch and propped his feet on the armrest. I shook my head and moved his legs to sit on the couch, "Yeah, make yourself at

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