His first brush with disaster stems from a pair of ill-fitting roller skates, salvaged from the dump. He gapes at the dirty scratches on his knees.
"Dean!"
"Calm yourself, bitch. I'm here."
"Dean." He rifles through his duffle with nervous fingers. "Dean, I can't find it. What'll she think if I'm late?"
It was in the bathroom, his savior tells him, and throws the offending tie in his face.
His weary heart jumps at the familiar voice and he turns from Jake's unconscious body. The last thing he sees is pure terror on his brother's face.
Dean.
I'm not entirely satisfied with how this one turned out, but please tell me what you think. Thanks!