Dean couldn't find the right words to say to her after her long statement. He was feeling hurt inside, and the place where she slapped was throbbing in pain.
"You are so selfish, you know?" He said, resting his face on her head, feeling again the nice smell that her hair had. A smell that resembled... a flower that he came across a long time ago...
'Or not... To be honest, I don't remember if I really passed by a field or bush with a flower that had this same perfume. It's a deja vu,' he corrected himself.
Claire leaned her face against his chest again, sighing.
"Am I selfish?"
Dean nodded, even though she couldn't see him.
