Dean was worried.
He didn't know what to do. His dad had been gone a lot longer than normal, close to a full month. He was on another one of his "business trips". Dean didn't know where he went, but he knew whatever he did to make a living was illegal.
The money he had been given had run out. He was biting his fingernails raw, the thought of his brother Sammy starving making him crazy.
He was walking down the hallway to his apartment, wondering what he could sell to get enough money for food and so Sammy could go on his class's field trip to the aquarium.
He heard a creaking noise and looked up. He saw the door to his neighbor's apartment carelessly left halfway open.
Dean squinted at the door number and realized it was Ms. Mills's apartment. She was moving to a house in another neighborhood.
He bit his lip and glanced around. He didn't see anyone else in the hallway, so he made a split second decision, and bolted inside. His eyes darted around, quickly looking at the boxes and miscellaneous items scattered around.
Dean spotted Ms. Mills' cell phone, old laptop, and new laptop on her couch. He grabbed the items, opened his backpack, and shoved them inside. He zipped it up as quickly as possible, and then sprinted out the door, down the hallway, to his apartment.
He fumbled for his house key and, hands shaking, stuck it in the lock. He shoved the door open and slammed it behind him. He pressed his back against and slid down to the floor, breathing heavily, eyes closed.
Dean couldn't believe what he had just done. His dad had told a million times never to steal, and he just took 3 very expensive items from one of their closest friends.
The only thing that kept Dean from having a panic attack was the thought that the money he'd get would help him take care of Sammy.