After everything had been explained to Dean, he decided that he would confront his father later on about it.As Dean and Peter headed back to their dorm room, they were expecting a relaxing evening after a long day of several experiences. But as they opened the door, they were met with a shocking sight. Josh was lying on his bed, his face pale and sweaty."What's the matter, Josh?" Peter asked, moving closer to his friend. He touched Josh's forehead, and his eyes widened in concern. "Josh, you're burning with fever!"Josh suddenly sat up, his eyes flashing with anger. "Get away from me!" he growled, his voice low and menacing.Peter took a step back, surprised by Josh's outburst. "Why, Josh? What's wrong?" he asked, trying to calm his friend down.But Josh's response sent chills down their spines. "Get away from me!" he repeated, his voice sounding like two people were talking at the same time.That's when they noticed that the color of Josh's eyes had completely changed. They were n

Dean followed Aurora to a small, rundown cafe on the outskirts of town. The sign above the door read "Mae's Kitchen," and the smell of greasy food wafted out into the air."This is... quite a place," Dean said, eyeing the cafe's peeling paint and rusty tables.Aurora laughed. "Yeah, it's not exactly fancy, but the food is great, and it's super cheap."Dean raised an eyebrow. "Cheap?"Aurora nodded. "Yeah, only poor guys like us can afford to eat here."Dean chuckled. "Well, I suppose that's true."Inside, the cafe was bustling with activity. The tables were packed with students and workers, all chowing down on Mae's famous burgers and fries.Aurora led Dean to a small table in the corner, and they sat down, perusing the menu."What's good here?" Dean asked.Aurora grinned. "Everything. But if you want my recommendation, get the burger. It's amazing."Dean nodded, and they ordered their food. As they waited, Dean couldn't help but ask Aurora about the strange occurrences that had been

As the night wore on, Peter and Josh continued to have the time of their lives, laughing and dancing with the other partygoers. Dean, on the other hand, was feeling increasingly reserved. He had spotted Delilah and Blake kissing earlier, and somehow, it had sparked a pang of jealousy within him.He tried to shake off the feeling, but it lingered, making him feel uncomfortable and out of place. He decided to take a break and stepped outside for some fresh air.As he stood there, he couldn't help but think about Delilah and Blake. He wondered why he was feeling this way, and whether he had any right to feel jealous.After a few minutes, he returned to the party and decided to join in on the fun. He grabbed a drink and started to mingle with the others.But his attempt at having fun was short-lived, as Blake soon spotted him and made his way over. Blake had a smirk on his face, and Dean could tell that he was looking for trouble."Dean, I see you're trying to have a good time," Blake s

As Blake faced Dean to offer his apology in front of the gathering crowd, the anger in him boiled to its extreme. 'I can't believe I am apologizing to this piece of shit.' Blake murmured to himself. 'I am only doing this so you grant my father the transportation contract.' he further consoled himself.Blake bowed his head before Dean, and apologized, "I am truly sorry for the way I have behaved towards you, I promise it will never repeat itself.""As you say, it should never repeat itself. You shouldn't even bully any other person. To have money and power is not a license to bully others, is this clear, Blake?" Dean questioned with a firm voice.'I can't believe the nerve of this piece of shit.' Blake said to himself as he hesitated to answer, trying to control his anger."Is there a problem with your voice?" Dean questioned with a grin."No, everything is clear," Blake replied."And just so you know, the contract won't be granted to you or your father. You just sabotaged your opportu

The next day, Dean met up with Delilah in school, at her dorm. “Hey, Delilah,” Dean greeted. When Delilah turned head and saw that it was Dean, she ignored him. Her friends noticed this and immediately excused themselves,” uh we'll be at the cafeteria, if you need us.” They said, leaving the two alone. “What's wrong Delilah?” Dean asked in confusion. “Is it true that you hid your identity all this while as the General's son?” She asked. . “That's true.” Dean sighed. " Wow, I'm feeling kind of upset that you hid such a thing from me," she admitted, her brow furrowed in a mixture of confusion and hurt. Dean looked sheepish, scratching the back of his head as he leaned against Delilah's reading desk. "I'm sorry, Delilah. I had a lot going on that I couldn't inform anyone. But I know just the thing that will cheer you up." Delilah raised her brow, intrigued, as she crossed her arms over her chest. "And that is?" she asked, her voice laced with skepticism. Dean turned to the door