Dean arrived at his apartment late, and by the silence surrounding him, everyone was asleep.
He went into his children's room kissed them goodnight, covered thme with their blankets, and made his way to the master bedroom. He quietly slipped inside and dressed for bed.
He crawled into bed next to his wife, and kissed her cheek.
"Dean?" Izzie asked confused from sleep.
"Who were you expecting?" Dean whispered with a laugh.
"My secret lover, he just left," Isabel said with a smile, kissing Dean on the lips.
"Funny," Dean said, pulling Isabel into his arms.
"How was your brother?" She asked, snuggling into her husband.
Dean sighed and kissed her shoulder, "I don't know…he's…he's…"
"He's what?"
"He isn't the same person anymore. My Sam is lost in there somewhere; he completely pulled into himself," Dean said.
"Can you blame him? Look what happened."
"His place is completely destroyed; he's remodeling the whole thing. And he has put away or covered anything that has to do with his family. He even told me he didn't have a family."
"When people experience something as traumatic as Sam, they tend to turn off. They can actually make themselves forget. They forget to survive," Isabel reasoned.
"Why would he want that? Not to remember them or live the way he does?"
"Dean, he has lost everything. The psychological impact of that is huge. Your brain has ways of protecting itself, even from itself, kinda like self preservation. Sometimes it hurts too much to remember."
"When did you get so smart?" Dean asked.
"I've always been smart!" Isabel said with mock offense.
"I just don't know if I can save him," Dean admitted sadly.
"Dean, if anyone can save him, it's you," Isabel said with a smile and kissed her husband affectionately on the lips.
"Thank you. After work, I'm gonna stop by his place for a few minutes. Is that ok?"
"Will you be home for dinner?" Isabel asked.
"I'm not sure," Dean said.
"Just let me know."
"Thanks for being so understanding about this," Dean said, kissing her again.
"You kiss me like that again, and I might not want to stop," Isabel giggled as Dean began to kiss down her neck.
"That's the plan," Dean muffled, nibbling at her neck.
Isabel let out a small moan, "I like this plan."
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After work, Dean made his way to Sam's apartment and rang the buzzer for Sam to come let him in.
A older woman pushed by him and used a key to unlock the door, and he made to follow her when she turned around.
"Can I help you?" She asked gruffly.
"Uh, Hi. I'm Dean and I'm here to see Sam," Dean answered politely.
"He doesn't live here," she said, turning back to the door.
Dean looked at the building and he knew it was the same one he entered last night. He looked on the list of people who owned the apartments and the busser he pressed said it was for Sam Winchester.
"Ma'am, I was here last night. He's my brother, I'm just stopping by to say hi," Dean tried to reason.
"Again, he doesn't live here," she said, a little more forceful.
"I was in his apartment! He's re-decorating!" Dean said.
"Son, that man's been re-decorating that apartment for the past seven years."
That comment took Dean for a loop. Why would Sam be remodeling non stop over the past seven years?
"Um, can I please speak with the landlord?" Dean asked, his patience wearing thin with this old bat.
"I am the landlord kid, know leave," she turned around to enter the apartment.
Dean threw up his hands but the sound of a scooter made him look up. Sam was coming down the street, in the same clothes as yesterday and the same ear phones on his head.
"Dean, yo Dean!" He yelled, jumping off his scooter. He met his brother and the landlord on the steps.
"Hey Ms Boothman, this is my brother, Dean. We haven't talked in fourteen years," Sam said, surprising Dean that he just spilled their life story.
"See? I do know him!" Dean smirked.
Dean saw a couple walking towards them over Sam's shoulder and Ms. Boothman saw them as well. Dean saw her glare at them as they came nearer.
The woman of the couple called out to them. "Sam, Sam. Can we talk?" She asked.
Sam spun around fast and began to mutter. "No, no, no, no, no, I don't, I don't want to talk. No, No, no. no…," He said over and over, rubbing his hands together.
"Sam, sweetheart, it's ok," Ms Boothman soothed reaching out for him, but Sam had jumped from the stoop.
As the couple neared, Sam yelled for Dean. "Get on Dean! Dean get on now! Hurry Dean get on! Let's go, let's go!"
Dean ran to his brother and jumped on the moving scooter and Sam took them away as fast as the scooter could allow.
The couple ran to catch them, but Ms. Boothman stood in the way.
Dean was beginning to like her, she didn't take any bull-shit.
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