I really have not edited this at all, but we'll see how it goes. Sorry for the delay, been working on OTW, but I've made myself a promise, I'm not moving forward with it until this one's done. I've neglected it for too long so I'm sorry for any of you who maybe reads both stories if that upsets ya, but well, life's tough, there's not too much of this one left anyway and I want it done!

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Sam didn't know how long the two of them stood there, staring at one another, blank masks in place to hide the rushing undercurrents of confusion and hatred and fear they could both sense there, but he guessed it was a while.

"Come on Sammy," Dean finally spoke, severing the seemingly unbreakable exchange of silence, "We need to get out of here." He declared as his eyes darted around the scene surrounding them, blood still pooled around Xavier, the other three men still lay sprawled about, probably pretty severely injured and unconscious, and darkness still engulfed the whole scene. Dean didn't take the time or effort to check. He didn't care.

Sam's currently immovable stance seemed to shatter as soon as the eye contact had been broken. He heaved in air as if he'd just broken the surface and now, everything came crashing into him at once. It was as if the heavy stare they'd shared for however long had been keeping him on his feet, keeping him grounded and now his muscles gave with the ended silence.

"Sammy?" Dean called as he watched his brother take a dive head first toward the pavement, lurching forward in the same second to grab him and help him to the ground slowly.

Sam was feeling too many things at once, thinking too many things, he couldn't process anything, his head felt like it was going to explode. The same thoughts and images circled endlessly in his head. What these men had done to him…he felt so dirty, useless, tainted; what he had done to them…he felt even worse; what Dean had seen…god why had they come here.

"Hey Sammy, it's okay man. We're okay, alright? You hearin' me Sam?" Dean asked raising his voice in attempt to get through to his distraught brother, watching his eyes restlessly moving around the gore surrounding them. "You're safe Sammy, they can't hurt you anymore. Just look at me brother, come on." He pleaded tapping against Sam's cheek.

Sam had wanted revenge, sure, of course, and he'd wanted to make sure that these people could never hurt anyone again, but this…this wasn't him. He hated these men, hated them for the cruelty and torture they'd shown him, but even more for bringing out this animalistic side of him, greedy to inflict the same pain that had been forced on him. He scared himself.

"Sammy, we gotta go." Dean tried one last time, wondering how much longer they could stay before some came running from the gun shot.

Sam snapped back to himself.

"Yeah, let's go." He said schooling over his features and using Dean, who was a little shell shocked from the sudden recovery of his brother, to help him stand and then stretching a hand out to help his brother in turn.

"You okay?" He asked Sam incredulously as he gained his footing and took a close look at Sam's face, making sure he was completely there with him now.

"I'm good Dean. I…" He shook his head softly before turning and starting out of the alley the way they'd come, "I'm sorry about that," He muttered, voice still rough from the tears as they walked briskly down the lanes. Dean shook his head at the apology, his brow knit in concern but Sam wouldn't look at him, kept his eyes everywhere but on his brother.

Dean opened his mouth to ask just what exact 'that' had been, but thought better of it a moment later, not wanting push Sam too soon after whatever had happened. So they walked in silence for a long time, finally almost to their car and far enough away from the scene of the crime that they could relax some.

But as soon as they rounded the last corner to the road their car was parked on they saw a silhouetted figure approaching them from the end of the alley. The person immediately picked up their pace as soon as Dean and Sam came into view, and Dean tensed ready to defend them or run if need be, before the figure called out.

"Sam?" The surprised, hopeful, somewhat apprehensive voice cried as it came barreling toward them.

Sam froze, "Collin?" He shouted back before hastening his own steps to meet the boy sooner. Finally he was close enough to see with the dim light provided by the flickering bulb above them and he came crashing into Sam's arms.

"Oh god." Collin breathed against Sam's neck as his arms tightened around his back, his hands clutching into the fabric as he tugged closer. Dean stiffened next to them, watching the intimate exchange with confusing and jealousy. The pure relief and joy flooding the kids face as his arms gripped around his brother put him on edge. "I thought you were dead man, God I heard about X. What…what they did…God what they did to you." Collin breathed out in a rush as he backed away, shaking his head in horror and regret, his face so sincere Dean's jealously flared up a notch.

Sam looked very uncomfortable being confronted about what had happened, especially after what they had just done, and Dean's protective nature had him itching to drag him away from there and fly them both back to Bobby's to hide out for a few years or so, but then Collin spoke again before either of them could get out a word.

"They said they'd killed you." He whispered in despair before launching himself at Sam again, "But someone just told me you were here, that you'd come back and were looking for them, and I-I thought they were fuckin' with me, but, you're here." He said as if he was still trying to make himself believe the words, "I'm so glad you're okay." He finished shakily, tightening his hold again. Sam returned the hug the best he could before they broke apart once more, hopefully, for the last time. Collin seemed to finally notice then that they weren't alone.

Sam saw him eyeing Dean curiously and finally spoke, albeit uncomfortably, introducing them, "Uh Collin, this is Dean."

Collin nodded once before doing a double take and then whipping his gaze toward Sam, brows raising high, as if he recognized the name, maybe Sam had told Collin about him.

"Wait Dean?" Collin asked, "As in the Dean you…" The sentence went unfinished as both boys seemed to reach highly awkward territory. Dean was completely confused, but watched with intent as they each fumbled in the silence.

"Yeah," Sam responded shortly, cheeks flaming red as he answered. That really peeked Dean's curiosity.

"The Dean you what?" Dean asked, tired of being left out of the cryptic conversation. Sam turned his head toward him and opened his mouth to answer but Collin asked another question, interrupting, and shocking, both of them.

"So are you two together then?" Collin inquired, his voice hardening ever so slightly, as if he were hiding jealousy or anger, trying hard to be unaffected. Sam and Dean both were stunned still, neither expecting the question and both rapidly sinking into a load of panicked thoughts and questions.

"Wait, together?" Dean asked, directing the question to Sam, "What'd you tell him?"

"Nothing Dean." Sam said shaking his head in the overload of too many questions at once, "Yeah we're together Collin." Sam answered quickly, ready to put the matter to rest, hoping Dean caught on and kept his mouth shut about being related, "He's the one who came and got me. After…" Sam explained, tilting his head to imply the 'after' he was talking about.

Collin nodded, managing a small smile as he glanced toward Dean, returning his gaze to Sam quickly. He sighed heavily, his eyes indicating he was searching for words again, "I can't help but think, if I had just come and gotten you…after you left…just found you and brought you home, that none of that would've ever happened." He shrugged staring at the ground where his foot kicked at a pebble, "I'm really sorry Sam." He apologized wholeheartedly, lifting his eyes to Sam's again.

"Collin that's not you're fault. None of it is, don't blame yourself. I was an idiot, shoulda been paying more attention." He offered solemnly with a one-shoulder shrug. Collin nodded again, still looking at the ground.

The three of them were silent for a minute before Collin's head snapped up and he put on all the smile he could muster, "Well, I say enough of the heavy stuff. You're alive," He exclaimed raising his hands toward him enthusiastically, "I say we celebrate."

Collin reached under the hem of his sweatshirt and into his back pocket pulling out a terrifyingly familiar plastic ziplock that had Sam's eyes glued in a second. One fleeting look at the contents - the crushed powder, the burnt metal spoon, the zippo, the syringe, the rubber strap - and he was ready to jump off the wagon. That rush of anticipation hit him like a tsunami wave, crushing every ounce of will he'd had to stop in the first place and every rational thought or reason he'd had to do so. He was right back to wanting it more than anything all over again.

It took Dean all of one second to register what was in the bag and then one more to notice Sam's reaction, but the moment lasted a lifetime, dragging out in slow motion as he took it in and understood the need to do something now. He snapped back to himself and time lunged forward into its familiar steady rhythm as he lunged in between Sam and Collin pushing his stunned brother back a few steps.

"Hey, Sam." Dean said with urgency as he gripped Sam's shoulders tightly, "Come on man, you still with me?" He asked for the second time that day, thinking as he said the words that it was two too many times. Sam didn't respond, was still looking over Dean's shoulder at the bag in Collin's hands. "Put that shit away dude." He barked over his shoulder before turning back to his distraught, hazed brother. Dean heard rustling behind him and figured Collin was pocketing the drugs, so he focused only on Sam, moving his hands up his shoulders and neck, stopping when he cupped Sam's jaw. Dean shook him gently, getting him to finally meet his eye, "You okay?" He asked insistently hunching over still to make sure he kept Sam's eye contact.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." Sam replied hurriedly, brushing Dean off of him gently and shaking his head as he silently, subtly pulled himself back together.

"Um, last time I checked you were okay with this stuff man." Collin offered, obviously confused and still standing a few feet behind Dean, peering over at the exchange.

"He just got clean." Dean returned shortly, only half turning over his shoulder again to relay the irritated message, "No thanks to you." He muttered as he turned back around.

"Whoa, hey I told him to be careful when he started and I didn't know it was off-limits now," He said in defense as he lifted his hands in surrender, "I'm really sorry Sam." Collin said, pointedly directing his words only at Sam.

"No it's okay." Sam waved his hand dismissively, "How could you have known."

Dean could easily see the reunion with the drug Sam had fought so hard to get off of rattled his brother, down to the core. He was shaky; his movements jittery and jerky despite his best efforts to act nonchalant, and his eyes remained a little distant, almost reminiscent and longing. He wanted more, it was so clear it was painful to watch and it made Dean all the more furious with this Collin kid.

"We need to get going Sam." Dean said a moment later, finally stepping out from between Collin and his brother, more than ready to say goodbye to this place, and all the people in it, for good.

"Uh, yeah." Sam agreed, still out of it.

"Oh, okay. Yeah, right of course." Collin nodded as he too consented, albeit ungracefully, "So I guess that means you guys'll be hittin' the road then."

Dean looked at him confusedly, wondering how he knew they lived on the road, or that they lived together at all. As far as he knew Collin didn't know they were brothers.

"Sam said he was a drifter," Collin said noticing Dean's questioning gaze, "I just assumed…" He trailed off gesturing vaguely between the two of them.

Dean nodded, "Right. Well, uh, yeah we probably will." He told him glancing over at Sam to see if he'd say anything on the subject, but Sam's eyes were glued to Collin's pocket. And that was their cue.

"Look I'm really sorry if this," Collin began and indicated toward the pocket Sam was staring at, "messed you up man." He said finally getting Sam's eyes away from the masked drug and to his face, "It's awesome that you're clean, I didn't mean to do anything to jeopardize that." He shrugged apologetically.

"Really Collin, I'm okay." Sam replied as steadily as he could manage, "Anyway before we go I gotta ask how you guys are doin'. You got the money I left didn't you?" Dean perked up at the question, wondering where his brother had gotten any money to leave behind, and for a druggie who got him hooked on heroin no less.

Collin nodded, chagrined, "Yeah I did. You really shouldn't have done that Sam. I mean it was so much, I just - I didn't deserve it for one. You should've taken it and gotten yourself outta here as soon as you left. I mean, fuck dude it was so much. Why'd give it to me anyway?"

"Because you did deserve it man, after everything you did for me? It was the least I could do." Sam reassured patting him on the shoulder as Dean fumed silently next to him. The only thing he could see that Collin had done for his brother was get him hooked on a potentially lethal and insanely addictive drug. Yeah, thanks a lot.

Collin shook his head again, "Well anyway, I couldn't bring myself to just take it and leave, like you wanted me to. Obviously," He shook his head sadly, looking around at their surroundings, "I just couldn't do that to everyone else. So I still have almost all of it. Spent some on food for the guys, a little for more blankets and shit. But to buy a place here in New York? Nothing's cheap you know and, man, its so much money I really just don't even wanna touch it. Afraid I'll blow it all, where'd you get that kinda cash anyway?"

Sam just shook his head allowing the subject to drop. He was disappointed that Collin hadn't been able to make good use of the money but felt helpless to do anything more, it wasn't much like he could take him with them, if he'd even go, which he wouldn't.

"Well man, it's been good seein' you again." He nodded, "I really hope you can get yourself outta here soon." Sam said, his voice dropping, relaying his seriousness and sadness. He pulled a pen out of his back pocket and grabbed Collin's hand, quickly scribbling his number on the taut skin of his wrist. "Please call me sometimes, let me know you and the guys are okay. And if there's ever anything you need just call man, whenever. Day or night and I'll come for whatever you guys need-"

"I'll miss you too Sam." Collin cut in, stopping Sam's urgent, rambling words. Neither boy noticed as Dean tensed after Collin spoke or clenched his fists watching Sam's eyes snap to Collin's, softening in chagrin and whole-hearted agreement.

Sam nodded, his eyes relaying sadness and appreciation and respect and love to his friend as he backed away. Dean was struck by the intensity he found in that stare, clueless until now how much this kid really meant to his brother, and how unbelievably jealous he was because of it.

It took him a minute to follow after Sam's retreating form.

They slowly made their way to the car and climbed in, Dean taking a moment in the drivers seat to collect himself before starting the car and taking them away from the one place he really never wanted to see again.

They drove in silence for ten minutes before anyone said a word. Each boy was too wrapped up in his own head to realize the other was being too unusually quiet.

But Sam broke the spell first, oblivious to his brother's jealous rage happening in the seat over.

"That was crazy." He muttered unintelligibly, just needing to say something. Dean responded with a short grunt.

"I mean, seeing him again? Damn, brought back a lotta shit." He continued, his gaze distant and focused on the dash-board as he thought back to his time with Collin and the gang, still oblivious to Dean's anger.

"Yeah, I bet." Dean bit back, words clipped and sarcastic. That got Sam's attention.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, his brows drawing together.

"Nothing. Just, bet there's a lotta stuff to remember about your time on the streets. With Collin." He said, words just as clipped and sardonic as before. Sam looked legitimately hurt by his tone, hurt but even more confused. That really pissed Dean off.

"Okay Dean what the hell's going on? You're angry."

"And you're perceptive as ever kid." Dean drawled, swinging his head over to squint at Sam, sarcasm dripping from every pore. Condescension never went over well with Sam, Dean was well aware. And he also aware he was right on his way to picking a fight, but he really couldn't help himself. The druggy Collin kid pissed him the fuck off and Sam being oblivious as to why wasn't helping.

"Seriously Dean what the fucks up you're ass?"

"Nothing, Sam." Dean responded making a point to keep his sarcasm clear, "Just forget it. Collin's a great guy, I'm really glad I got to meet him." Dean said nodding slowly as they drove aimlessly through the quieter streets of New York, "Just like I'm really glad I got to watch you shoot out some guy's knee and ask countless drugged up hookers directions to a gang. God, I'm just really fuckin' glad we came back here to dredge up all the great memories you obviously have of you're time getting' high on the streets, hangin' out with Collin. Really glad." Dean finished, spitting his words and slapping his hand against the steering wheel in emphasis to his heated words.

It was quiet for too long on Sam's side of the car but Dean didn't dare look over at his brother until he spoke.

"Pull over Dean." Came the quiet, strained words, almost echoing with heavy meaning in the dark confines of the car. Dean didn't hesitate like he normally would, he didn't want to keep driving and he didn't need to ask why, he just tugged on the steering wheel and skidded to a halt on the shoulder of the deserted back road.

All Dean could hear was Sam's shaky but slow and steady breathing in the car before finally the door swung open violently and slammed shut in the same moment as Sam yanked himself from the car. Dean didn't take more than a second to follow him.

"What brought all that up Dean? How could you say that shit to me, I mean what the fuck's you're problem? I didn't deserve that." Sam asked, voice surprisingly quiet and too intensely hurt for Dean's liking. But he couldn't care about that now, too much was boiling too closely to the surface. This place, seeing where Sam had been those months, and who with, it shook up his head; he felt unsettled and angry and he just needed to yell at someone. Unfortunately Sam was the one standing in front of him.

"Why the fuck did you bring us here Sam? To shoot some guy and visit you're little boyfriend? Well fuck that, I told you it was a bad idea in the first place." Dean yelled, his voice booming in the night air. Sam flinched back as if the words had been a physical blow to the face. He was blatantly trembling now, restraining anger and masking pain.

"Yeah, shoot some guy who beat the shit outta me twice Dean: who dislocated my shoulder and broke my ribs, who crushed my leg and my hands and smashed in my face and carved an 'X' into my hip. Who tied me up and raped me Dean. Who left me to die." Sam spit, voice shaking and still eerily quiet.

In the days since Sam and Dean had both acknowledged it'd happened, neither had admitted it so blatantly before. The word rape had never been spoken and the details certainly had never been given. Hearing it shot through Dean as tangibly as lightning.

"I should've shot all of them," Sam barreled on, ignorant to the repentance and regret already coloring his brother's features, "They traded me off like a piece of fuckin' meat. Took turns like I was a toy, like I was theirs to do whatever they wanted with. You-you can't understand…you could never understand how that feels. The true extent of what they did." He whispered desperately, obvious tears quaking in his eyes with every precarious breath.

"Sam I-"

"No man, I'm not done." Sam cut off vehemently as his tears slowly receded, "About Collin. I don't know why the fuck you'd jump to conclusions like that, 'cause in case you forgot I ran in the first place 'cause I was fuckin' in love with you, but none of what you think is true. The whole reason I ended up leaving him and the guys was cause he made a move on me, we made out for a minute and I ended up callin' out your god damn name in the middle of it you jack ass. I have no feelings for him, never did." Sam explained voice growing louder with unrestrained anger until he was left panting slightly by the end.

"I-" Dean started, processing quickly and trying to figure out what exactly he could say that wouldn't make him sound like more of a dick, "I'm sorry Sam. I-I, ah it was just…the way he touched you man. Everything, how he looked at you, like you were the most precious thing on the damn planet. And the drugs, God I wanted to knock him out for that." Dean shook his head, not noticing the quick flush of Sam's cheeks at the recurring mention of the drugs, "But I am sorry. Seeing him set me off." He paused for a minute staring at the pavement,

"And what I said about Xavier, it was low Sammy. It was fucked up and inconsiderate and I am a jackass. I have no idea what you went through or all of what they…" Dean's jaw clamped down tight as he hissed in a breath, "What they did to you. It-it really fuckin' hurts to think about, and its selfish as hell of me, but I guess its…easier not to see them as as bad of guys as I know they are, cause then I can…down play what they did to you. At least, in my own head I can. 'Cause it's easier to shy away from, to just leave the details blank and not think about what fuckin' bastards they are." Dean shook his head angrily, eyes staring a hole into the ground,

"But that's not fair," He relented a minute later, "if you have to deal with it I sure as hell 'm not turning my head the other way." Dean ensured, "Everything you did tonight was justified, with X and with Collin. And I'm sorry I was such a dick and blew up like a jealous freak. It – well – I can't promise it won't ever happen again, because I'm finding I'm a little possessive, and possibly overprotective of you now, but I can promise I'll try to keep myself in check. 'Cause that shit, it was stupid and inexcusable." Dean shook his head, baffled by his own idiocy. "I really am sorry Sammy." He repeated, his words deep and rough and colored in his honesty.

"A little possessive?" Sam teased half-heartedly, "Possibly overprotective? Dude you're hopeless." He laughed lightly as acceptance of his apology. He pulled back and stumbled as Dean took a playful swing at his shoulder.

They quieted from laughing gradually and straightened up as Dean caught onto Sam's jacket sleeve, pulling him gently closer, "C'mere." He murmured.

Sam moved forward willingly and pressed flush up to Dean without hesitation, tilting his head towards his lips. They brushed timidly at first, light teasing strokes before Dean slammed forward abruptly, catching Sam's mouth with unbridled exhilaration.

Sam let out a quietly hissed gasp as his lips molded to Dean's, parting a few short minutes later as Dean's tongue sought entrance. Sam sucked him in, feeling the muscle wriggle and tense in his mouth as Dean moaned against his lips, the sound cutting off into a short grunt as Sam bit down and quickly released him, smirking smugly.

Dean couldn't reign in his need enough to care that Sam was baiting him before he crashed into Sam's mouth again, even hungrier as his hands slid down his torso and explored his muscled thighs, gripping and squeezing and inching closer and closer to Sam's groin every second.

In one quick move Dean had Sam shoved against the passenger door, shaking the whole car on impact and eliciting a half-pained half-pleasured growl from Sam. He rolled every plane of his body onto Sam's, taking his time, pressing into every muscle and dent and curve before languidly sneaking his thigh up between Sam's legs, teasingly slow before jerking up hard against his bulge and rubbing roughly.

"Oh fuck Dean." Sam sighed as Dean moved his mouth to Sam's neck, nipping cogently at the tender skin by his ear, licking away the quick flashes of pain. He left proud marks on Sam's neck before backing away and slamming down to his knees.

"Shit." Sam muttered, wondering briefly how they had gotten to this point so quickly when he completely had not seen coming. Soon though the thought was stolen away as Dean's hands tugged down his unzipped pants and the cold night air stung his skin. It only reach the very upper parts of his thighs and his cock as Dean kept his pants mostly on, but even then the shock was palpable and had Sam softening ever so slightly.

"Uh-uh." Dean chided, wrapping a warm hand around Sam's dick and stroking him back to hardness. "There'll be none of that," He whispered lowly, his voice gravely and too damn sexy to be fair as he gazed up at Sam with his lust-sparked eyes.

Sam didn't even have time to come up with some witty or sarcastic response before Dean had his warm lips wrapped around the tip of his dick, sucking vehemently and sliding his tongue around the ridge of his head – shooting sparks up and down his spine and churning heat in his belly.

"God damn Dea…ungh." He groan-sobbed loudly, tilting his head back as he fisted hands in Dean's hair, savoring every second of pleasure as heat descended further and further down his cock, "You feel so damn good Dean, so tight, so hot. Fuck." He hissed breathlessly tilting his head back down to watch as Dean's lips sunk down and pulled back, repeating the fluid motion over and over, making the most delicious sounds deep in his chest that reverberated up his dick, gripping Sam's thighs, brushing against the globes of his ass every once in a while. He was incredible and unrivaled and so damn beautiful it made Sam want to cry.

But he definitely didn't cry, he clutched Dean tighter and rocked his hips into all that heat, feeling the slow pressure build inside him. "Ah, Dean." He keened, out of his mind in all his bliss, "I want you inside me baby. I wanna feel you, slow and steady and gentle. Making love to me." He sighed out, "Just you. Always you," He babbled incoherently, still rocking but quicker now, closer.

"I can still feel them," He whispered breathlessly a second later, his voice taking on a new hard, desperate edge, "All the time, and I just want you." Sam admitted under his breath, still entirely too out of it to understand what he was saying, "Oh God. Shit." He murmured before he exploded into Dean's mouth, never even realizing Dean had stopped moving the moment Sam had spit the word them.

Sam sighed as Dean backed off already having swallowed and stood up with slow, calculated movements. His anger for the fucking bastards was back and raging, raw and as real as the moment he'd found Sam half dead in that alley.

Dean gave Sam a minute to gather himself and catch his breath, gently holding him up with the press of his body weight as he tucked him away and did up his jeans, his forehead resting against Sam's shoulder. When Sam's breathing slowed and his legs stopped shaking Dean felt the tension begin to rise, buzzing between them, he could sense as Sam began fully realizing what exactly he'd just admitted.

"I should've killed them." Dean whispered into Sam's shoulder, fury biting at every word.

"Dean don't." Sam stopped quietly, hands coming up to rest on Dean's back, "I'm sorry I said that. Right then of all times." Sam shook his head embarrassedly, even though Dean couldn't see.

"Don't be. You should be able to talk to me about this stuff," Dean said lifting his head from Sam to look him in the eye, "You should've been able to tell me sooner."

"Its not easy to talk about Dean. So don't go turning this on yourself, like you're not approachable enough or some shit. Its just gonna take some time…before I'm ready to talk about…anything. You know? But that doesn't mean that you don't help, you're the only thing getting me through this so don't start you're whole self-deprecation thing. I know that's what you like to do when things get rough for us." Sam admonished with a slight smirk in place as his thumb caressed Dean's bottom lip.

Dean sighed, brow still knit up in worry and frustration, wanting to be able to do more. He wanted a quick fix, he wanted Sam's pain to end now, not with time or therapy or some other bullshit. He just wanted to make it better. And he couldn't. And it killed him.

"Okay Sam," Dean agreed despite his turmoil, masking everything as best he could, "But when you are ready to talk, you have to come to me. Please, Sammy. You of all people know burying shit never ends well, you see it first hand with me all the time." He laughed sardonically, Sam smiled back, "You're the one who pestered me to talk about dad until I about took you're head off until I finally did, if I have to I'll do the same. Because you know, you're sorry ass was actually right. Talkin' helped for whatever reason and after I could finally let go of that guilt and pain and try and move on."

Sam nodded in quick consent, knowing full well that Dean was right. He should talk, go through the night, say the words out loud and face it head on.

He just didn't know if he'd ever be ready for it. Thinking about that night made his skin crawl, made him want to climb out of his body and find someone else's to wear, someone's who wasn't trashed and used and scarred: it was the worst feeling in the world. How was he ever supposed to face that?

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