29 Aug 2020
Sam wake up dizzy - he felt like he had slept for a week - and turned to Dean’s bed, finding it empty.
His stomach immediatly dropped. He got up, stumbling on his own feet, and ran to the bathroom, searching for his brother. Empty. There was only a towel, tossed on the floor.
The first weeks in his new home, if you can call a dingy, fifty-five square metre apartment like that, had been occupied by Josh’s theories, about what kind of person his housemate was.
Le prime settimane nella sua nuova casa, se così si può chiamare uno squallido appartamento di cinquantacinque metri quadri, Josh le aveva occupate a cercare di capire che persona fosse il suo coinquilino.