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... already knew that his son was either spiraling or out cold with sleep. He closed the door behind him gently, green eyes already taking in the state of things: Dean sprawled on the bed, one arm over his face, blonde hair sprawled everywhere, the obvious posture of a man having a philosophical crisis before breakfast.
Lucas sighed softly, the sound fond rather than worried, and crossed the room at an unhurried pace. He sat on the edge of the bed, close enough to be felt without touching, g ...
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