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He says he loves her.


He says he won't leave her. But he is a restless sort of person with angry hazel eyes and tapping fingers and a gaze that never stops looking.

And she worries.


He will leave her. He will pack his only bag and he will start his car and he will say goodbye. He'll kiss her on the forehead, and he'll promise to call, but he won't stay.

She won't blame him when he goes, she can't, because her brother was the same way, and she has a weakness for soldiers who sacrifice themselves for the fight. If only she was nobler, she might banish the hurt her heart is already feeling for him.

She will admire him. She will cry for him, and it won't be shameful because there are oh-so-many women who have cried for him.

One day in the future, she will have cried enough to tears to say his name without flinching, and one day she'll think of him proudly. One day she will stop being jealous of his little brother, who gets to keep him. She might even move on.


It is dangerous to love him, she knows. He is a flight risk with hazel eyes and a charming smile, and he wins all the girls. There is guilt in him, and there is pain, and he is just another broken man that is searching for the truth. There is nothing special about him. He is flesh and blood, like any other man. She shouldn't be so caught up in that smile, but her knees tremble when his grin takes his face like a summer storm.


She is right, in the end.

He leaves.

He leaves in the night, his goodbye a hushed whisper in the glow of the moon through that sprinkles in through the trees and spills across the wood floor through her window.

A bag in his hand. A shotgun over his shoulder, he kisses her on the cheek and tells her he loves her.

She will always remember him. Does he know? The quiet purr of the Impala as he drives away, leaves her with no answers.


He calls her years later. He calls her when she has a college degree and a young husband and two babies, one for each hip. He calls her and it takes her a moment to put a voice to a name, and when she does, the phone shatters to the ground like shards of a broken heart. He asks about her family, tells her he loves her, and its seven years later but it could have been a lifetime, and it could have been just a moment. He says he's sorry for leaving. He says he had to save his baby brother.

Her heart wants to crack, but she doesn't let it break for him.

Goodbye, she says, goodbye Dean Winchester.


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