Chapter 9

A/N- I do not own Supernatural

I woke up to the smell of bacon. It was kind of weird since I'm the one that usually cooks when I'm here. I decided that it was time to get up and go make sure whoever it was wasn't going to burn the house down. I pulled on a hoodie and tied my hair up before walking down to the kitchen and letting Molly out the backdoor so she could do her thing.

I was slightly surprised when I saw Dean at the stove. At least nothing was on fire and it smelled pretty good. I walked over and got myself a cup of coffee before picking up a piece of bacon and sitting at the table.

"Good Morning Sunshine." He said with a smirk.

"It's too early for this shit." I said rubbing my forehead with one hand.

"Wow. I haven't seen you in a year and that's the first thing you say to me." I glared at him and if looks could kill, he would have died multiple times.

"Actually, the first thing I said to you was about food." I said with spite. "Plus, you know how to use a damn phone if you wanted to hear something different. Hell, Soulless Sam even knew to at least check in every once and a while."

I got up, filled Molly's food bowl, and walked outside with my coffee. I needed to cool down before I said something I would definitely regret later.

My coffee cup and Molly's bowl were empty when Sam came out and sat next to me on the porch.

"Hey." He said simply and wrapping an arm around my shoulder for a side hug.

"Hey Sammy." I said quietly and leaning my head on his arm since I wasn't tall enough have it on his shoulder. Damn Moose…

"You know…" I cut Sam off before he could finish.

"If you are going to say something like 'Dean feels horrible, is sorry, regrets what he did,' or anything along those lines, you might as well just go back inside. At this point and this early in the morning, I am not prepared to deal with anything like that."

"I understand." He then started to laugh slightly. "I was actually going to say that breakfast was ready and that we should go in before Dean eats it all."

I couldn't help but smile once I looked at him and saw the grin on his face. He helped me up and called Molly in for me. Before we walked in I stopped him.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For at least calling me to let me know that you were okay, even if you weren't totally you. You guys are family to me. My family is getting too small so I was happy to know that it wasn't getting smaller because I lost you." He pulled me in for a hug.

"I know this is Dean's thing but no chick flick moments." That caused both of us to laugh.

"You know that's not usually me. I needed to get it out before I went back to my usual self though." He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and I wrapped one around my waist and we tried to fit through the door and into the kitchen like that. It was a little difficult but it caused us to laugh loudly. It was little goofy things like this that made me forget about the bad in the world and enjoy everything around me.

Dean smiled at me when we walked in the door. My smile dropped for a second but was replaced with a half smile. I didn't know where he was for over a year. I was worried. It was almost like a few years ago when he came back from the dead.


I was in my usual hiding spot in the salvage yard. Molly wasn't running around, she was taking a nap in the shade under one of the nearby cars. I played a song that meant a lot to me over the past six years. I played and sung the song softly and slowly.

Carry on…
Don't you cry no more

Ironically, a tear fell from my eyes. Thankfully it was only one. I quickly wiped it away and continued. At some point, someone walked over to me and leaned up against the car. I finished the song and continued strumming and just making it up as I went.

"So… Are you going to keep ignoring me." Dean asked. I stopped strumming and sighed heavily.

"I'm not ignoring you. I just don't know what to say without exploding or saying something I don't want to regret later. Plus, what you did the past year is your business. It just would have been nice to know that you were still alive and didn't get yourself killed on a hunt or something." I said looking at him with a straight face. "Thankfully, Sam had passed by you a few times and let me know that you were still kickin'."

"I heard your voicemails." He said after a few minutes of silence.

"Yeah? All 800 of them?" I said with a small and forced chuckle that seemed to be more of a scoff.

"It wasn't that many but I did listen to most of them. I wanted to call you but I wanted to get away from hunting for a while. Hell, I promised Sammy that I would take a break and try for the apple pie life."

"So while you pursued your new life, you decided to cut out some of your family completely…. Nice." I said venomously.

"I know. I…"

"Save it Dean." I said cutting him off. "There is no way you can make this better. Just give me some time and I will realize that having you back now will be better than not having you back at all."

I set my guitar on the ground next to me and took my head into my hand and resting my elbows on my knees. I felt Dean's weight lift from the car and I saw his feet in front of me when he stepped in front of me. I lifted my head and opened my legs a little so he could stand in between them. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and I wrapped mine around his waist. We sat there in silence for quite some time.

"I'm sorry…" He said quietly that I barely heard it. I then felt a wet spot growing on my shoulder. A wet spot then started to form on Dean's chest.