Noblesville, Indiana
I suppose you could say that Dean Winchester hadn't been taking his brother's disappearance very well. He was doing the predictable thing by spending all of his waking hours with the TV shut off and a bottle of cheap whiskey in his hand. It'd been 2 weeks since Detroit and he hadn't spoken to anyone but the lady at the check-in counter of the motel and Lisa, whom he couldn't even think about right now. The only reason he was even in a motel was because he couldn't bear the thought of pushing his emotional baggage on her and Ben, because the last thing he wanted from them was their sympathy.
"But Dean, I know it's hard to think about right now, but you can stay here. Ben and I don't mind and you can stay in the spare room or on the couch. It's your choice," said Lisa as Dean was throwing clothes in his duffel bag. He'd been at Lisa's place for a week and he just couldn't stay there any longer. It wasn't because of Lisa or even Ben. He loved them both to pieces and would like nothing more than to stay and fit himself into their lives, but the truth was that he had things he needed to do, and he couldn't stand the thought of dragging them along, too.
He'd been planning on doing this for weeks. He was going to go back to Kansas and visit his mother and plant a head stone for Sammy, because his brother deserved it. He deserved to be remembered when everyone else who knew him was gone, and Dean needed the closure that metaphorically burying his brother would give him. But in all honesty, he'd just get halfway down the hallway and walk back to his room and grab the bottle again.
Lisa didn't like the idea of Dean staying in a hotel room by himself. She'd seen the way he'd been acting around the house, barely eating, and only leaving the spare room to use the bathroom.
"Lisa, I gotta go. I can't stay here and force myself on you and Ben. I'll call you when I get done and I'll come right back, I promise," he said with his back turned to the door. He hadn't looked her or anyone else in the eye since he got there.
Lisa unhitched herself from the doorway and walked over to the bed where Dean had laid out all of his clothes. She wrapped her arm around his waist and grabbed the pair of pants out of his hand and set them back on the bed.
"Lisa, I-" Dean started,
"Go do what you need to do. There'll always be a place for you here, just like there always has been. Just come back when you're done, Ok?"
"I will," said Dean as he wrapped his arms around her small frame. Lisa was that one woman in his life that had always been on the back of his mind. It was like her presence followed him everywhere he went. This was exactly what brought him back when he found out that he only had a year to live, and the only one he turned to when he lost his brother. She was the one person that he could always go back to and she was glad he did.
After he said goodbye to Ben and loaded his things into the impala, he made his way back to Kansas. He was 5 miles away before he finally broke down and turned around. He'd never tell Lisa about these attacks, that they hit him like a ton of bricks. It was almost like the thought of being alone, weather in a room or his car, drove him to the point where he could barely breathe. Dean had never been the one to let go and cry, but lately he'd been doing more of that than he was willing to admit. He had already told Lisa and Ben that he'd be gone for a while, so he pulled into the nearest motel he could find.
As he walked across the quiet parking lot to the check-in desk, he spotted a red El Camino that didn't really fit in with the other cars that spotted the parking lot. This one wasn't much different than the other ones he'd seen in his travels, but maybe it was the Minnesota license plate and the dark haired girl sitting in the driver's seat that got him thinking. He didn't know why, but for a second, she looked familiar. Like someone he used to know a long time ago.
She wasn't even really doing anything to grab his attention. She simply sat there and flipped through her phone, and from the sounds coming from the inside of her car, she was listening to music. Nothing out of the normal. Nothing about her screamed "Look at me," but she didn't look old enough to be listening to what she was listening to. From what he could tell, it was Gimme Shelter by The rolling stones. The same thing playing on his radio. That was the kind of music he remembered listening to when he was younger.
Almost as if she knew he was thinking about her, she looked up from her phone and stared him straight in the eyes. Almost instantly, her face paled and she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. Like a moment of realization hit and she knew who he was, too.
After he'd decided that this was a clearly awkward moment, he turned around and continued walking to the motel. That girl in the red El Camino sitting in the back of his mind.
"Nope," he murmured as he walked through the door, turning around only to check and see if she was still there, "She's been dead for 14 years."
I do not own Supernatural or any of it's characters. I simply own The girl and the red El Camino;) Review's please?
