Pouring Rain(open)

[littlebit]

Dean had to work hard to figure out what the girl was saying, it sort of came out like a jumbled mess. His sleep-deprived brain didn't appreciate having to do that much extra work. "Why would I do that?" asked Dean. "I'm not out to get you, nor do I think that many people are. You're just casting a highly broad generalization that just because a couple people are ignoramus and completely cruel that everyone else in the world hates you!" Yes, he did sort of "snap," but he was tired and kind of angered that she was paranoid when all he had ever done was try to be nice to her. "You try to do one kind thing," Dean muttered under his breath, then started to walk away.

[neigh]

Jane watched him leave and turned her head towered the window. Why did she always have to be like this? Inside her their was a sane person. Someone who wouldn't yell at everyone and knew that not everyone was evil. She just couldn't let it out. She didn't know why but perhaps she just didn't know that person completely and she was afraid to meet her.

[littlebit]

Dean wanted to turn around and go and talk to the girl, but after she had pushed him away like that, he figured that she just wanted to be left alone. He couldn't say that he blamed her; Dean tended to get a little irritable if someone he didn't like hung around him too long. He decided that he was going to go to breakfast, and so, began going down the stairs. He jumped the vanishing stair and continued on.