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thing
happened. Dean just stood there in the moonlight, completely motionless.
    "I'm so sorry, baby," he whispered. "I've
never... I've never regretted being a werewolf before, but if I could be
something different, I would."
    Something in Dean's tone reached out to Will. "I... I
don't understand," he admitted. "How is this possible? How do you...
exist? Is it a curse?"
    That had been the case for the main characters of many of the
books he'd read. Dean winced at his words. "No, it's not a curse. I'm just
a different species. I promise you, Will, all that you know—it's not real.
Those horror stories are just that, stories."
    "All stories have a grain of truth," Will somehow
managed to choke out.
    "And they do—proof in point, me. We exist. Werewolves, I
mean. But we're not mindless monsters. I'm not a demon. And neither are
you."
    A mix of anger and dread filled Will. "Did you read my
mind?"
    Dean shook his head. "You were talking out loud. I could
hear you."
    Oh. That made sense, although it was probably the only thing
out of recent events that did. Will curled in a tighter ball, not knowing what
to think, what to feel. "Why?" he heard himself ask.
    In the background of their conversation, the question made no
real sense. It didn't follow logically from their previous discussion. Will
himself didn't know what answer he was expecting. What he certainly didn't
expect was Dean finally moving forward and making his way to Will's side.
    Will held his breath and tore his gaze away from Dean, not
brave enough to face everything he felt. Dean knelt next to him and his fingers
gripped Will's chin in a barely there touch. "Look at me, Will,
please."
    Dean's voice was as soft and gentle as ever, and Will found
himself meeting Dean's gaze. "I am who I am, and I can't change that. I
don't blame you for hating me. I understand it. But please... Even if you see
me as a monster, don't feel the same way about yourself. You're such an amazing
person, Will. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes and know how beautiful
you truly are. Hate me if you must, but love yourself, because you deserve
it."
    Will's mouth went dry. What could he say to that? What could
he reply when this man had accepted his insults without any qualms and focused
on weeding out the poison of Will's self-loathing instead?
    "You mean more for me than you'll ever know," Dean
continued, "but I won't force you into anything. Just remember what I told
you, okay? Don't let hate poison your soul."
    Miraculously, Will managed to nod. Dean smiled at him, and the
expression held heartbreak and pain. "Can I kiss you one last time? I
promise I won't bother you after that."
    Will froze. There was nothing he'd have liked more than to
kiss Dean, but... God, he didn't know which way was up anymore. Dean had
admitted to not being human. He wasn't the man Will had fallen for. Right?
    "Guess not." Dean's Adam's apple bobbed and he got
up. He clenched his fists and stared up at the moon, his handsome profile so
familiar it hurt. Finally, he stole another look at Will. "For the record,
I really am sorry. Don't tell anyone what happened here tonight. Just... Forget
about me. And be happy. Find someone else, a man who can give you what I could
not. Okay?"
    Will should have told Dean that he had no intention of
pursuing any sinful liaison. He should have said that this was it for him, and
from now on, he would no longer falter from the right path. But Dean's voice...
It was the same one that had hummed a romantic song in his ear only a few
nights ago. Dean's eyes were so warm, even if they glittered with the slight
sheen of tears.
    Forget. Could Will really forget? He'd been happier during
these past few days than he had his whole life. His very being rebelled against
discarding those memories.
    If he let Dean go now, that was what his lover would
become—just a memory, something that, in a few years, would seem a
hallucination, a figment of Will's imagination. Dean would keep his word