Dean lay there, still and breathing quietly. Sam was gone again. Snuck out when he thought his brother was fast asleep. Dean had flinched involuntarily as the motel door clicked shut and Sam's heavy footsteps shuffled along the pavement, fading as he wandered away. Dean sighed and rested his hands behind his head.

Earlier he had tried his best to comfort a broken Castiel, but to avail. It was hard to soothe an emotional ailment, especially when you suffered from the same exact thing. The feel of her skin against his still lingered. The clean scent of her long, brown hair still hung in his nostrils. His arms felt empty and his heart ached.

When he first hooked up with her, he didn't think anything of it; just another one-night-stand. But after collapsing, exhausted, her body snuggled tightly in his arms; he started to mentally smack himself in the face. She was exactly what he needed. She was what his life had been missing. He could look past her smaller-than-preferred chest and old soul, instead getting lost in her light hazel eyes.

He exhaled heavily through his nose and closed his eyes. Sleep didn't come easy. Every time he started to lose his grip on reality, his mind forced him to relive everything; replaying the Corvette slipping past the horizon over and over again. And it got to the point where he dreaded sleep, an activity he was usually more than enthusiastic about.

Castiel had needed the comfort and Dean tried to dish it out as best as he could, but it was beyond difficult. Sure Castiel was new at this and Kellie was the only one the angel truly loved, aside from God, but the way Genna made Dean feel, it felt like everything before her was a waste of time.

He flopped on his side, a small crystalline tear escaping his bright green eye, and drifted into a fitful sleep; her soft face and hypnotizing eyes being swallows by the setting sun.

End.