The spring trees blossomed with ripe peaches. Sunrise spread cross the flat plains of Texas. Dean sat under the peach
tree, contently eating a peach whilst drinking an ice cold beer.
"Sam loves these…"
Dean stopped chewing. Suddenly tears fell from his eyes. A sharp pain pierced his chest; he grasped his beer bottle, rubbed his eyes.
Memories flooded the back of his brain, painful memories…
Dean drove off, rock music blaring from the impala. He didn't want Sam to hear his wailing or fists pounding against wheel. The argument before this scene, Sam grew tired of Deans constant lying. Sam couldn't believe he fell for it gain. Why did Sam return to Dean all the other times?
Every time Sam would decide to leave, Dean did the same thing. Music blasting through the speakers, eyes swollen from crying.
Dean shot his eyes open. tears had stained his shirt, beer bottle spilled across the patch of green grass. Remembering such feelings he had weeks before, Dean scrambled in the flourished grass. Tossing the bottle at the impala. Hitting the peach tree with his bare fist. Not tolerating the thought of Sam hating him, he prayed to Castiel.
But this happened months ago. Dean faces reality in the present:
"Sam!" Dean yells as he chokes on his own saliva. Calling out once more does he realize- Sam is gone.
"Damnit Dean.." The sound of Cas' wings echoed in deans ears. Castiel put his hand on the demons head, sending the son of a bitch back to hell. Dean sank into the stone floor, stroking his neck.
When night comes, Dean is usually alone sleeping in a two bed room of a cheap hotel. Sometimes, he would call for Cas.
And Castiel would lay in bed next to Dean, unmoving, not a blink of sleep. Dean slept next to Cas, curled up with his knees to his chest and fists bawled up into Castiels tie. His tears stained the white sheets. The thick walls blocked out his screaming.
In the mornings hen Dean would wake up, Cas would be there to say good morning and heal his swollen eyes. Neither would talk about the night before or Sam. Just go on with the day like normals.
But as time passed, dark circles formed underneath his emerald eyes. His heart grew dark, and depression took over, Normally this doesn't happen when Sam leaves. To many times Dean has shoved his feelings don to the pit of his stomach.
Crossing paths with a couple of hunters while on the road, they would ask about Sam. Dean would just shrug it off and continue the details about the current hunt.
Dean whistles as he continues watching the marathon of Doctor sexy MD. Apple pie containers were scattered across the hotel room. beer bottles filled the kitchen and fridge. The wooden floor boards creaked as Dean got up (only to use the bathroom or get a beer.
This life style was his 'white picket fence'. No Sam, no new hunts, and no worries. Just cramming all of it down to the pit.
As dean gulped down another slice of pie, Garth barged through the door and lifted dean off the couch, dragging him outside.
"Wait! I didn't finish my pie!
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