Title: Just to Be Closer
Prompt: 292- cemetery
Character/Pairing: Dean Winchester, mentions of Sam & Lisa and Ben.
Word Count: 439
Rating: G
Warnings: Emoing.
Summary: How Dean spent his first birthday since Sam jumped into Lucifer's Cage.
Waking up was a task. The fact that Lisa was already out of bed and standing by the side of the bed with Ben and a small cake with a candle on it made things worse.
This was the first time he'd be celebrating his birthday without Sam. And frankly, he didn't want to. Dean appreciated the gesture by the Braedens and put on a fake smile for a few hours, because he didn't want them to feel bad about it. As soon as Lisa left for work and Ben went off to a friend's house, Dean went out to the garage and did the one thing that he'd been itching to do.
He pulled the tan cover off the Impala and drove her. There wasn't really a destination in mind; he'd just missed the feeling. Dean missed everything that was lately. Bobby, Cas, Sam…
Heaving a sigh, he knew where he wanted to go. It was a few hours drive, so he called Lisa and warned her he'd be home late. There wasn't any reasoning in his mind to why he was doing this beyond the fact that he felt lonely. Lisa's home acted like a temporary one, but it could never really be one for him.
Dean reached his destination and got out of the car slowly. As if there would be some kind of revelation in coming to the place. He waited a few moment to see if any would, but none came.
He gathered his thoughts and shut the car door, carefully walking past the old grave markers to the dead patch of grass that was shaped like a circle and then proceeding to sit down. "What am I doing?" he muttered to himself, looking at the shape. Spending the rest of your birthday in a cemetery wasn't someone anyone would willingly want to do, but Dean did. He felt like he should give his respects to his brother, who gave his life to fix everything.
It was much better than being alone at Lisa's in a sense. For a while, he tried saying something, imagining he was talking to Sam. But it wasn't the same. So he shut his mouth and just sat, humming an old Metallica song Sam liked until he was tired and figured he had to go back home. If he had the choice, Dean would've sat there beside that patch of grass forever.
But nothing was forever and he knew he had to get back. "Cya Sammy," Dean quietly said as he turned, walking back to the car and starting back to the only place he had to call home.