Dean sobered up rather quickly, which surprised him, the moment that Kevin held his finger to his lips. Something, he gathered, was altogether not right. He'd trust Kevin to know...despite his belief in contagious cancers. Weird idea. He slipped his hand into his pocket and followed behind the other boy quietly, looking around for something...anything, really.
He looked up at the sound of creaking floor and pointed upstairs. He was never good at this stealthy sneaking thing. Were they able to talk in whispers? Were they able to talk at all? Did you just mouth things at each other? He hoped not. He was never very good at lip reading. His youngest sister and he had tried it at least a dozen times and he always got it wrong.