The grin on Richard's face grew as he nodded with amusement. "It's always so surprising. When people find out."
Dean couldn't even bring himself to ask what exactly was happening. How was he so precise?
God… even my mind isn't safe anymore?
How much does he…
Wait..shut up..
Dean held his head as if it would help him keep his thoughts together.
Richard snickered as his spiralling eye pattern receded.
"Don't worry Gray…I'm not psychic. Just really good at reading people, like you."
So this world's very own Patrick Jane huh?
Dude!!!.. stop thinking..
Seriously..
Just shut up, okay?
Dean who stood like he was holding back urine. Flashed a fake smile. But he didn't believe the man for a second.
Just like how he wouldn't believe himself for a second.
"You should really thank Thomas… he sealed your fate." Richard said jokingly.
Why does that sound more bad than good? Can he read my mind right now?
Unable to shake the feeling. Dean asked Mr Richard anyway.
