So this is a just a little one-shot. The setting of it is that Dean and Sam were on a hunt, Sam got hurt and he's staying overnight in hospital, so Dean went to a bar to drown his troubles, and he met a girl who makes him realise that there are people worse off than him. Please review!
They talked in the bar for hours, drinking and dancing too.
She was flirty, and readily matched Deans banter, but her pale eyes were semi-shuttered all night.
That didn't bother him – he wasn't exactly Mr Emotive himself.
They stumbled back to the motel room. It was big enough for them to trip once before they landed on the bed but not enormous. The bed sheets were faded and the once blue wall paper was now faded grey. The yellow ceiling told of the many post coital cigarettes smoked in this room, after nights of meaningless sex trying to find love, an emotion so in contrast to this dingy room it seemed almost blasphemous.
The sex was good, and it took Dean's mind off the things he was worrying about – Sammy mainly. Dean had let Sammy get hurt and he could never forgive himself for it.
Afterwards, they stayed in bed sleeping, but at either end of the bed. There was no real intimacy and they both knew it. It didn't bother Dean.
Dawn the next morning filtered in through the curtains, which had once been cheery but were now washed out and drained of life.
It finally woke the pair around seven in the morning. She swung her legs out of bed and started to dress before Dean had even gained full consciousness.
By the time he did, she was tugging on jeans.
"Wait up sweetheart. How about we go for breakfast – celebrate a night of debauchery?" Dean proposed with a smirk.
She didn't even look up from tying her shoes and Dean felt perturbed.
As she shrugged on her jacket and grabbed her bag she answered him,
"Thanks, but no thanks. I'm gonna leave now. Bye," she said, still avoiding eye contact.
Dean sat up, feeling unusually rejected.
"Hey! Where you going!" he exclaimed, slightly angry, as she turned the door handle.
She spun on her heel and he saw her face for the first time that morning. He saw her eyes – they were full of hurt, pain and grief. Just looking at her made him uncomfortable. There was utterly no shred of happiness within her eyes.
"In a little over three hours, its my sister funeral. She is dead, dead because of me. That's were I'm going. Now if you don't mind, I'm leaving," said the girl with the hurt eyes and then stormed out of the motel.
Dean flopped back on his pillows. His conquest had obviously had the same kind of sibling relationship that he and Sammy had. But it was different. Because he still had Sammy, and she had lost her sister. Even though he'd messed up and let Sammy get hurt, he had not messed up nearly as much as her.
Dean realised that although he was broken, (as most hunters were due to the nature of their work) for the first time in his life, he had met someone more broken than he was.