There it was. Once again Dean was on that argument and the more he heard it, the more he had a hard time believing it. In addition...knowing that Ginny thought perhaps Harry had a reason...knowing that it wasn't just Dean who was paranoid...made him doubt. He hadn't know Harry to be one to hide.
The idea frightened him.
Dean couldn't die.
"No, I can't," he said, not lifting himself from the snow. His voice was small, a wimper really, and his shoulder shook but other then that his body was still. "I can't."