Author's Note: So I've been hooked on Supernatural lately and I've wanted to write a Fanfiction for it. So, after just finishing one by clair beaubien,I have the motivation to do it.
Now, and so we go...
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I threw myself down on the bed not wanting to remember the events from a week ago. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to get the images out of my head. I wanted them gone. The look of his face when he was beating the crap out of me, the look when he jumped in, the look when he realized what was going on. They all haunted me. I hated it. I wanted them gone.
"Hey," I heard her voice whispered softly. "Dean, what's wrong?" Lisa lay down on the bed next to me and I rolled over so my face was pressed to her chest. She knew everything that happened. What happened with Sammy a week ago and what was going on with me. She knew I had nightmares in the middle of the night. She knew I cried in my sleep. She wanted to help me but she knew not to. This was the first time in a couple days that Lisa tried to comfort me.
"Lisa, I love him. I watched him grow up. I taught him how to walk. I taught him how to talk – which I regretted sometimes. I taught him how to clean his first gun and how to shot and how to build a gun. I taught him everything Lisa and know...know he's gone."
I lost it then. I let the tears fall. I let them fall down my face. It was the first time since that night it happened. The first time I cried in a while. I didn't cry, I sobbed. Lisa held me and soothed me. She stroked my hair and rubbed my back.
"Shh Dean, it's alright," Lisa murmured in my ear. I rolled so I my face was in the mattress. The sobs rolled into crying and then into tears. I rolled back over onto my back and whipped my face. I looked up at Lisa who also had tears in her eyes.
I was like the luckiest guy. Lisa took me in without a thought. She could have said no and kicked me out of the house but she didn't. I'm glad she didn't. I liked having one roof and one bed and one shower. It was nice not having to remember where I was in the morning. The one thing I hated was rolling over in the morning and expecting to see Sammy and he wasn't there. Lisa must have seen the pain ripple across my face because she gave me a questioning look. I shook my head and she remained silent.
"Lisa..." I started.
"Shh, Dean, it's alright," She muttered again. I shook my head and sighed closing my eyes. She began to rub my stomach and I soon fell asleep with the images of Sammy jumping into Hell running in my mind.