This was it. Dean was about to graduate. My mom and dad were at home, but I was in the bleachers with Sammy. "Do you see him?" Sam would ask me, trying to push his way through people. I chuckled and picked him up, sitting him on my shoulders. "Do ya see him, Sammy?" I asked.
"Yeah! Look! He's right there! DEAN!" Sam yelled and started waving. Dean's eyes lit up ad soon as he saw Sam and I. He returned the wave, but his smile soon faded.
Dean was looking ti my left with an unreadable expression. "Hey Evelyn," I heard a familiar voice say from behind me, "Hey Sammy."
"J-John?" I asked, letting Sam down.
"Dad!" Sam yelled, hugging his dad tightly. I looked back and forth between Dean and John before finally settling my gaze on John. "You're back?" I asked, smiling.
"Yeah, just in time to see Dean graduate, huh?" John smiled and sat down by Sam and I.
"Dean Winchester," the principal called over the speakers.
"Ah, the one time our principal calls Dean's name and he's not in trouble," I whispered to Sam. Him and I slightly chuckled. The whole student body clapped and cheered as Dean took his place on the stage and took his diploma. John snapped a quick picture with a smile. Dean looked... So happy. His green eyes were glowing along with his perfect, white smile. "He looks handsome," John noted.
"Yeah, he really does," I agreed. Sam nudged me with a playful smirk. "Evelyn likes Dean," he said in sing-song. I rolled my eyes at him.
Dean was in a crowd of his friends, smiling and laughing and hugging every single one of them. Saying their goodbyes, I assume. John, Sam, and I stood, waiting for him to notice us. "Dad!" he yelled once he saw John.
"Hey son," John said, giving Dean a huge hug, "I am so proud of you!"
"Thank you dad," Dean said through the gorgeous smile he wore, "Sammy!" He wrapped his brother up in a huge bear hug, spinning him around. I ran my fingers through my hair once Dean's eyes met mine. "Hey E," he said in a calm tone. Tears started to well up in my eyes. I knew EXACTLY what was about to happen.
"Hey D," my voice strained. Without hesitation he pulled me into the most comforting hug he could manage to create. "I'm leaving tonight," he whispered into my hair. I slightly pushed him away, looking at him in the eyes. "You're kidding, right? W-we were supposed to... To see a movie! And stay out all night! You said it would be OUR night, Dean!" I said, holding back my tears.
"Evelyn, it's important... My dad needs me..." He cupped my face with his hands, calming me down. "I'll be back soon," he reassured me, "And the very night I come back, it'll be all about us." I reached behind my neck, removing my necklace. It was defiantly an odd necklace. I found it in an old tree when I was a little kid.
I reached my hand out, offering the necklace to Dean. He took it, tracing the angel wing, odd blue vile of dust, and the pentagram with his thumb. "When you're gone and you look at it, I hope you'll think of me," I said, letting a few tears fall down my rosey cheeks. He glanced back at John, who nodded. Putting the necklace in his pocket, Dean took off a brown leather bracelet that said 'FEARLESS' on it. He grabbed my hand, slipping it on my wrist. He opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped quickly, looking down at the back of my wrist. He genitally turned it over. His eyes widened when he looked at me.
