Chapter 111

Blossom's POV

Dean was having a breakdown. The usual vibrant energy that crackled around him had vanished, replaced by a chilling stillness. His head hung low, his shoulders slumped, as if the weight of the world had settled upon him, crushing him under its burden. It was a silence that spoke volumes, a silence that screamed of a struggle unseen, a battle fought within the confines of his own mind. His normally bright eyes were clouded with a dull ache, the spark of life dimmed by a weariness that seemed to seep into his very being. It was a stark contrast to the usual Dean, the one who could light up a room with his infectious laughter and quick wit. This Dean, this silent, subdued version, was a stranger to me.

Then, a movement in the side mirror caught my eye, a fleeting glimpse of something out of place, a blur of movement that vanished as quickly as it appeared. My heart leaped into my throat, a wave of panic washing over me. "They're gone! Where did they go?!" I exclaime