Every step Dean laid down on the concrete walkway hurt, but it was worth it because a few more steps and he'd get to see her. In just a few short steps he'd be able to press his lips against hers, he'd get to wrap his arms around her waist and for the briefest of moments he'd forget the pain that was ingrained in his soul.

He stuck the motel key in the lock, twisting lock and key simultaneously before pushing the door open. A smile effortlessly spread across Dean's mouth when the first thing he saw was her face. It took a lot to smile in this sadistic world but she was one of the few people left that could.

Then he saw the packed duffel in her hand.

"Are we going somewhere?" He asked jokingly, taking a step into the room.

She didn't move from her spot but settled her bag over her shoulder. "I am."

"What are you talking about?" He knew exactly what she was saying. It was written across her face as clear as stars were strewn across a dark night sky burning and visible. He just didn't want to believe it because for once in his tortuous life he needed something to go right. "You said you loved me." His voice was now gruff, pleading her to smile if only just to assure him that his love was worth something in the end.

Her eyes fell to the worn carpeted floor of the motel room as she refused to look at him. "I felt sorry for you, Dean. I made myself love you because I felt sorry for you."

Dean's brow furrowed as a frown passed over his lips, "You…you felt sorry for me?"

He wasn't sure if he had heard her correctly, he couldn't have because she said she loved him, and that was supposed to mean something. It was supposed to mean that they shared their triumphs and failures, that they would patch one another up after a hunt gone wrong, and that above all else they would choose each other. That's what love was supposed to be yet here she was ready to walk out the door and leave him like everyone else had done.

"You're too sad for me, Dean," she tried to explain her reasons for not being able to stay any longer.

His gaze fell to the bed she was standing in front of, the same bed that they had made love the night before or at least for him it was more than just sex, and he was at a loss for words. "I'm too sad for you?"

She shook her head at how clueless he really was, "Yeah, you are a sad little boy with daddy issues stuck in a grown man's body. You can't go two seconds without thinking about Sam and you're so committed to this job that you don't care who gets caught in the crossfire as long as it isn't your precious little brother." She took a deep breath and half expected him to interrupt her or even disagree but when he didn't move a muscle she laid her room key on top of the dresser by the door, "Say something...please."

Dean wanted to move. He wanted to put one step in front of the other and move on and away like he was so familiar with doing, but now he stood rooted in place. He watched her roll her eyes, the hairpin curve of her lips as she smiled gone forever.

"I'm giving up on you, Dean." was her last words as she slip past him and into the darkness.

He caught his reflection in the mirror and saw a single tear roll down his cheek; the tear that he hadn't felt coming but was surprised to see nonetheless. He wanted to push down the emotions that threatened to overtake him and build back up that concrete wall around his heart but this time he didn't have the strength. He slumped to his knees and let the tears come because the worst thing to hear from someone you love is the cold hard truth that you've been lying to yourself about.