finale

"so how have you been?" i ask my drink cool and amber resting loosely in my palm "dadsdead" dean says back his voice gruff with barely concealed sorrow "damn bro I'm sorry" i reply because shit i don't know what to say i mean if it was my dad id say good riddanceand leave it at that but i don't think dean would really take that to well " s'not you're fault"he grunts turning away towards the wall. i don't speak for a while thinking then say "its notyours either so don't go beating yourself up about it yeah?" he grins back at me before

tipping his bottle back and downing the cold beer.