Dean threw his bag onto the bed before turning to face his younger brother. "I don't see why we need to stay! No evil here Sammy, so let's just go." Sam lifted an eyebrow as he looked at him. "We're staying for a little bit, because you have unfinished business here, Dean. That's why."
Dean scowled at him and shook his head. "No, I don't. She's just an ex." Sam blinked, looking at him. "Just an ex, huh? Then explain why you've avoided this place? Or why her heart leapt into her eyes when she looked at you? Or why you didn't want to talk about it? Or-"
"ALRIGHT!" Sam stopped at his brother's outburst. "She's not just an ex. She's more than that. She was it for me, still fucking is. I've thought of her every day for seven years. I love her. Is that what you want to hear?!"
Sam frowned and sat down on his bed. "Then why stay away, Dean? Why cause both of you that kind of pain?" Dean forced a laugh. "You know why, Sammy. Because of you and dad. Because of Mom. We have a job to do. Demons and monsters to find and kill. I couldn't just abandon my family for her. No matter how much I wanted to."
He sat on his bed while the younger felt extremely guilty, because isn't that exactly what he did? Sam had abandoned his family to go to college, to have his own life. "Dean, I never knew. I'm so sorry. I hate that we kept you from that, from living the life you wanted."
Dean sighed, laying back on the bed. "It doesn't matter anymore. I made my choice. Besides, she's probably already moved on anyway." Sam didn't believe that for a second, but he said nothing to Dean.
"Well you still need to talk to her." Dean jerked up, his wide eyes trained on his brother. "What?! Why?!" Sam narrowed his eyes as he answered his brother.
"Because she deserves an explanation, Dean! You don't have to tell her the truth but you have to at least tell her SOMETHING! Try to put yourself in her shoes. All those years without a word. She probably thought you were dead."
Dean wince at his little brother's words. The thought of Ky being in pain because of him, he couldn't stand it. "I was just trying to protect her. I didn't want her to get hurt." Sam nodded, understanding in his eyes. "I get it. I really do. I wanted to protect Jess, so I kept her in the dark. But something found her anyway."
Dean yawned and looked at his brother. "Let's put away the heavy for now. If I'm talking to anyone later, I'mma need some sleep." He kicked off his boots and removed his clothes until all that remained was his boxers. Sam did the same and they slept.
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After the lunch rush, Kyreigh just couldn't take it anymore. She asked for the rest of the day off and went home. She got into the shower, scrubbing herself clean. When she got out, she wrapped a towel around herself and stared at herself in the foggy mirror.
Dean was back. He was back in town. If she hadn't seen him with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed it. She dried herself and decided to let her hair dry naturally. Dean always loved her wild curls.
She'd made the decision that she was going to see him. She set out her outfit, feeling good about what she'd chosen. For now, she put on an oversized shirt and a pair of shorts.
She ate a light lunch, unsure of what her shaky stomach could handle. She did her makeup, making sure it was perfect. After she dressed and put on her shoes, she noticed it was after 3. She grabbed her purse and left the house on shaky feet.
She sat in the parking lot for about 15 minutes, fear keeping her from going. Steeling her courage, she got out and blinked as she saw the tall man from before coming out of one of the rooms.
He paused when he saw her and they stared at each other for a moment, understanding in his eyes and fear in hers. He nodded to her and she understood that he was going to give them time and space to talk. She felt grateful for that.
She swallowed and went up to the door, knocking softly at first. When no one answered, she knocked again, louder. A groan came from inside the room, and then a yell. "Damn it, Sammy! Didn't I tell you not to forget your GOD DAMN...key?"
The door jerked open, cutting off his sentence before he breathed out the last word as he saw her. Her eyes widened, taking in his muscular chest. "Oh, um..." He stammered, looking at her.
She was dressed in form fitting black jeans and her favorite pair of Converse sneakers. She topped that with a navy tank top that matched the necklace still around her neck.
Her makeup cause her beautiful hazel eyes to be the first thing you noticed when you looked at her. But those gorgeous lips, those plump, kissable soft, pink lips. Just looking at them made Dean's mouth go dry. And her hair. His hands would always get lost in the curls as he pulled her in for a kiss.
He cleared his throat and looked down at himself, cursing softly. "S-sorry. Uh, come in and I'll um, I'll just get dressed." She hid a small smile as he grabbed his clothes and went to he bathroom.
Key sat on one of the chairs in the room and let out a breath. He was still Dean but at the same time he was so different. His hair still made her fingers itch to touch it. Those eyes, like lush fields of green she wanted to get lost in. And all of those freckles. She still longed to count every one.
Those lips. She'd feasted on them so many times. And his body. He was much more muscular than she remembered. The way his muscles moved under his skin caused her mouth to dry. She knew that his skin would be hot and strong. He had abso for days and the way his boxers hung over his hips made her want to lick and suck and bite...
"Sorry about that." She jumped from her daydream and turned to him as he came out of the bathroom. She stood, nervously wringing her hands. "No, I shouldn't have barged in." He looked at her and shrugged. "You did knock and no one is complaining. How did you know I was here?"
She pointed to the door. "The guy who was with you left the address." He smiled and shook his head. "Ah, Sammy. Remind me to punch him later. And then thank him."
She blinked, shock on her face. "That's Sammy? You're little brother, Sammy?!" Dean laughed, nodding. "Yeah, he really shot up." She blew out a breath and sat. "Wow, ok."
After a few minutes of awkward silence, she cleared her throat, causing him to wince. "Yeah, I guess we should talk." She nodded, looking at her hands. "I think we should."
They sat there, both of them unsure of what to say.
