Hi
I know this is not what I should be writing but I have had this idea for a little while now. This should be a little collection of one-shot chapters that stand alone but should work side by side of Dean trying to settle into normal.
Not sure if it'll end up just this one or if there will be hundreds (not likely) but I hope you like each one. Mary x
Walls and 'If' are coming. Promise!
He stood there in the hall, bag at his feet and smiled awkwardly at Lisa.
"Is that it?," she asked gently, her gaze dropping to the duffle as she did.
"Well unless you want the arsenal in the trunk in your house," he gave the bag a kick, "that's it."
Lisa smiled softly. "No, no arsenal in the house please."
She stepped forward to pick up the duffle but Dean stopped her. "I think I can manage on my own. Where do you want me?" He wanted to turn round, just open the door and head back to the cemetery but, damn it, he'd promised he'd try so here he was.
For better or for worse, he was trying.
"I cleared out a couple of drawers for you in the bedroom, come on, I'll show you where." Holding out her hand she waited until Dean had picked up the bag and then gripped his free one, then slowly she led him upstairs.
The room wasn't what he expected, but then, he didn't know what he had expected. It was homely. He liked that. "What," he offered with a smile that was maybe the first genuine one that he'd worn all day, "no pink or frills?"
"Just the nightie," she smiled back and he laughed. A little hollow sounding but still, it eased something in his chest. Dulled a little of the pain of alone that had been there since Sam had gone into the pit.
He flashed her as good a grin at that as he could manage and then dropped the duffle down on her bed. Their bed, he suddenly realised.
"I'm gonna take a shower before we turn in," Lisa said, breaking him from his thoughts. She walked over and pulled open two drawers of the chest by the window. "Here."
Coming back to him she reached up and gently kissed his cheek. "It's going to be okay Dean. We'll work it out, somehow, we'll work it out. Small steps," she smiled. "I'll let you get yourself settled in." With that she grabbed her very non-pink night wear from under the pillow and disappeared into the bathroom.
Dean looked at the drawers and then down to the duffle in front of him. Finally he unzipped it, pulled what he needed for the night from it and then dumped the whole thing in the bottom drawer and slid it shut.
"I can do that," he echoed. "Small steps."