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It had been weeks since he'd left Jimmy's, and now they were approaching Christmas, Dean knew he had a choice. He hadn't left under the best terms, even worse, he knew he'd upset Jimmy. It had been something that he'd promised the both of them he wouldn't do. But he needed to decide whether he was going to leave the man live his life or go back.
The fact he was standing outside the familiar front door on Christmas Eve seemed to make his answer obvious. He still had his key, but he didn't use it. It stayed tucked in his pocket. He didn't want to make assumptions.
Almost changing his mind the second he raised his hand, his fist knocked on the wood of the door, holding his breath full of all the nerves he felt.
The fact he was standing outside the familiar front door on Christmas Eve seemed to make his answer obvious. He still had his key, but he didn't use it. It stayed tucked in his pocket. He didn't want to make assumptions.
Almost changing his mind the second he raised his hand, his fist knocked on the wood of the door, holding his breath full of all the nerves he felt.