The storm clouds had done nothing to cool the day, just drizzled rat poison rain that felt like it should have boiled on contact Dean’s skin as he trudged through the Birmingham sprawl. Dean thought, not for the first time, that he probably should’ve just driven the long stretch of miles between his house and the doctor’s office. He had hoped that the walk would clear his head, but so far it’d only made things worse.
Misfits Welcome 