Authors Notes: I've added quite a bit more to this chapter since I first posted it so yeah.
CHAPTER 2
Dean hesitated before knocking on the familiar green door in front of him. He thought for a second that maybe he should have called ahead; let his brother know that he was going to be there. It's not really fair showing up unannounced, but that idea was completely erased from his mind when he realised just how much he had wanted to get away from his own home in the first place.
He didn't have to wait more than 30 seconds, after knocking, before Sam answered the door.
There was a pause. Sam was shocked to see his older brother standing in front of him. They hadn't even spoken in a few weeks, but happy to see him, Sam smiled and pulled Dean into a hug.
"Ah, it's good to see you, Dean" Sam said as he pulled out of the hug. "But, seriously man, are you okay? Lisa called earlier; she said you never went home; you weren't answering your phone. She seemed really worried."
For the first time since he answered the door, Sam noticed the look of pain on his older brother's face; he had never seen Dean so disturbed before. "Dean? What's wrong?"
Dean remained quiet for a moment, thinking of what to say. Finally, he decided to just go for it and spill everything that had happened. "I did go home." He hesitated before continuing, "Lisa was just too busy to see me."
Dean told his brother about everything that had happened since he had returned home early after work. Sam sat, and listened with a comforting hand on Deans' shoulder; exactly what Dean had expected; Sam wouldn't care if his older had brother turned up on Valentine's Day when he had special plans with his girlfriend, Jess, he would still take care of him because he's family and he loves him.
After a while, Sam convinced Dean to phone Lisa and talk about what had happened, what he had seen; he hoped that they would be able to put their differences aside and realise why they loved each other in the first place. Dean however was not interested in reconciling with his unfaithful girlfriend; he had spent the entire car journey forcing himself to learn how to hate her, and he didn't want to ruin any of his progress on this. He did everything he could to avoid the inevitable phone call, even using the excuse that it seemed tacky and impersonal to talk about such a serious matter over the phone.
Dean knew, though, that he would have to talk to her, and getting it over and done with now seemed better than dreading every day knowing that he would have to do it at some point. Reluctantly, he picked up his phone, and dialled Lisa's number. He wished the entire time the phone was ringing that she would not be home, muttering under his breath, 'Don't pick up, don't pick up.' Unfortunately for him, Lisa seemed all too eager to answer the phone. After three rings, Dean heard her gush over the phone, "Dean, where are you? Are you okay? I've been so worried." Dean hesitated before he spoke, because Lisa sounded genuinely terrified for his wellbeing, and that made him remember just how much she loved him, and how much he loved her back, but it was only for a moment. She must not love him enough to stay faithful to him. Eventually, Dean spoke up, "Lisa, I...I'm fine...I'm at Sam's-."
Lisa cut him off abruptly, questioning him on why he had left, and why he had not told her; her tone had changed from concerned to angry in mere seconds. Dean hated when she was like this, always jumping at any chance she could to make him seem like the bad guy, but waited it out. When the rant was over, and he could finally get a word in to the conversation, he continued with his explanation. Over the years, he had taught himself how to be more successful when in an argument with Lisa, and so he stated his next point with more confidence than before. The key to winning an argument is to always speak like you've already won the argument.
"Oh, Lisa." he started bitterly. "I came home early today, and I saw what you doing. I didn't want to disturb you though, because you seemed far too busy with something else, and I didn't think you would have heard me if I had tried to talk anyway."
At first, Lisa acted ignorant to what he had been saying, but eventually, she gave up, and tried to justify her actions with similar excuses to the ones that Dean had thought of in the car journey.
Dean began to get fed up, and thought it best to end the call. He told her he thought they should take a break until they can figure out what to do with their relationship "I just need a few days to think. Right now, I don't know if I can forgive you, but I'm thinking…I probably won't."
It took everything in Dean's arsenal to keep from breaking during that phone call. When he hung up, he swore and threw his mobile phone away with such force that there was an audible crack and it smashed in to lots of little pieces on the hardwood floor. Dean swore again, before grabbing a large bottle of Whiskey and falling into the couch.
Sam tried his best to distract Dean from his problems for a while by talking to him about everything that had happened at Stanford so far that semester. Dean didn't mind his brother rambling on for ages; he thought it would keep his mind off of Lisa. It was hopeless though. As Sam's voice began to fade, memories of Lisa became brighter. He thought of everything good they had together. He thought of the time they had a picnic in the park a couple years ago. Dean was somewhat opposed at first to the idea, but Lisa had insisted. They went to a nice quiet area in the local park, a small peaceful area away from other people where they could just sit by themselves, under the bright blue sky and the shining sun with nice food, and good conversation, and Dean had actually enjoyed it a lot more than he had expected. In his mind, it was the best date they had ever been on. But that was when they had first got together, and Dean found it quite sad that none of their dates since then were even half as good, and he started to think maybe their relationship had been going downhill ever since the beginning.
While Dean was stuck in his thoughts, he had completely missed everything that Sam had been saying, so when his little brother asked him a question, it didn't register with him at all.
"Dean!" Sam repeated louder. This caught Dean's attention, and he looked up at his younger brother with a nod and a 'carry on, I'm listening' look on his face.
"I said, are you okay? You've been looking a bit distant for quite a while now."
Dean waited too long to answer so Sam spoke before him, "It's fine man. You don't have to say anything."
A while later it was coming on 8 o'clock and they were both starving so Sam decided he should go to the store to buy something for dinner. Dean decided to stay at the flat, preferring to drown himself in whiskey than go shopping.
Dean in his distressed state tried to drink the entire flat dry of beer and whiskey. He always felt better when he was too hammered to stand up. With this in mind, he grabbed all the alcohol he could find and laid it out in front of him. Fortunately for Dean, it seemed his little brother had recently bought a large case of beer. Dean then proceeded to drink said case of beer before collapsing on the floor of the kitchen. He didn't black out when he fell though. Instead, he laid there for what seemed like forever just thinking about the day's events, wishing that he could just forget them and get on with the lonely, miserable life he had had before meeting Lisa.
Dean had been lying of the floor muttering incoherent thoughts that sounded slightly like 'forget about her, just forget about her' for a good ten minutes when he heard the front door open. He thought nothing of it at first, assuming that it was just Sam returning from his trip to the store, but then he heard a deep voice that he didn't recognise. He tried to get up to see who it was, but his body didn't seem to want to follow the orders of his mind, so he just fell back down again and waited for the mysterious figure to find him instead.
