You were too preoccupied to hear Dean shouting through the window, and Sam yanked him back before you could take notice. “Let them have their moment,” Sam said.

Dean was already pacing the room, hand gripped on the back of his neck. “I can’t believe our little sis has a girlfriend. How long do you think she’s been keeping this from us? What else do you think she’s hiding?”

“Don’t you think you’re overreacting a little?”

Dean’s footsteps came to a halt as he paused to gape at his brother. “You already knew.”

“I didn’t want to say anything until she told us herself,” Sam shrugged, “which is why you have to keep your mouth shut when she comes back inside. She’ll tell us when she’s ready to.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Dean sighed, taking a seat on the edge of his bed, leg bobbing up and down.

You came through the door shortly after, your girlfriend’s lipstick already wiped onto the back of your hand. She was making it harder and harder to keep it a secret, but you couldn’t resist seeing her every time she called.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind you, Dean was already across the room assaulting you with a bear hug. He squeezed the breath from your lungs, but that was okay because neither of you needed to say anything.


But you watch someone like Jen or Josh [Hutcherson] or Woody [Harrelson] and observe how grounded they’ve stayed through it all—I kind of aspire to maintain what they’ve maintained. They haven’t changed who they are or what they believe in. I like to think that’s what will happen to me. Yeah, maybe walking down the street won’t be quite so easy anymore, but, you know, Jen is still very much Jennifer Lawrence. And I still very much want to be Sam Claflin.