What is with me and one-shot post-finale stories? Disclaimers: Do I really need to write it?
Lisa woke up and the bed was empty, only a lingering warmth left where he had been. She got up and went down to the garage. The light was on, the black muscle car gleaming like oil while Dean sat on his customary stool and stared at it. She didn't say anything to him, instead going over to the Impala.
"When I first saw this car, I knew I had to convince you to let me ride in it," she said out loud. "I think I fell in love with it first."
Dean huffed, but he smiled for just a second.
Lisa ran her hand over the sleek black metal, cold under her fingers. She found the dent in the side where Dean had once told her a bullet bounced off, the thin crack in the glass where he had been slammed into it by someone he wouldn't name.
Mementos of a past life, one he had left behind for the one he had with her and Ben. Lisa realized she didn't even know why.
"He made me promise."
Dean's voice startled her, rough from disuse.
"Sam," Dean clarified, "Before he...he made me promise to come here. I think he knew it was what I wanted."
They didn't talk about Sam, as a rule. Lisa didn't say anything, didn't need to.
"He was always doing crap like that," Dean continued, and the pain in his voice hit her like a tangible thing, "Reading my mind even when he wasn't psychic. Trying to do right by me."
Lisa asked the only question that mattered to her. "Would you have come if he hadn't made you promise?"
Time ticked by, the silence waiting for a reply.
"I could have-I have a life here," Dean said finally. "He couldn't. Lisa I couldn't have left him." His voice was thick with tears. "I shouldn't have left him. Why did he have to leave me?"
Lisa put her arms around him and said nothing as Dean grieved.
The Impala kept silent vigil over them both.
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