Chapter 47

Marie’s POV

"Why was it your fault?" I ask. "What you said. That day, at the funeral."

Dean doesn't answer.

He just stands there, completely frozen, mouth opening once like he's about to try and closing again with nothing in it. His eyes are shining in the low light, wet, and I watch his throat work, watch him try again, and his breath catches so hard it sounds almost like a laugh with none of the humor in it.

"Dean." I step closer, gentle now, all the heat from a minute ago gone soft into something else. "I know you. I know you didn't do anything actually bad. There's an explanation, I know there is, I've always known there was — I just need you to say it. Out loud. To me." My voice cracks a little. "I can't do the secrets anymore. I’m so sick of them."

He looks down at his own hands like they might have the words written somewhere on them.

That's when my