That Saturday, Dean woke up feeling like a pile of crap.

The night before his nightmare had been different. Lisa wasn't the only other one in the car, Cas had been there too. And Dean had been the only one who had survived.

Dean returned to his old morning schedule, as he forced himself to get up and robotically go through the process of getting ready.

After his shower he threw on the first clothes he could find before heading into the kitchen.

Sam was already there, eyes filled with concern.

"Dean-" Sam said, his voice gentle like the smallest thing could break his brother.

"Don't," Dean said, grabbing a pack of strawberry flavoured Pop Tarts, then heading for the door. "Just don't."

When Dean entered his car he just sat there for a few minutes, talking himself into sticking the key in the ignition.

Finally, with a sudden burst of bravery, Dean started the car and began to cautiously drive to work.

When Dean reached the parking lot, he spotted Gabe leaning against his car. No doubt he had been waiting for Dean to arrive.

Dean sighed and got out of the car.

"I still think that you should have taken today off work," Gabe pointed out.

"Why? So that I could lay around at home constantly replaying it in my head over and over?" Dean asked. "I'd rather come here and try to distract myself for an hour."

"Why don't you stay at my place tonight and we can get wasted?" Gabe suggested.

"Like the idiot who was driving the other car a year ago today?" Dean asked. "No offense, but someone getting wasted and me coming to your place didn't work out so well then. I think I'm going to pass."

Gabe didn't know what to do other than nod his head and follow Dean inside.

As Dean entered the classroom he froze in place, a memory taking over his brain.

"Come on, you have to take the job!" Lisa insisted.

"I don't know.." Dean hesitated.

"Yes you do," Lisa said with a grin. "Come on, you could be the cool, hot, young teacher that everyone likes. Or, if you don't like someone, then you could go all grouchy one year from retirement attitude on them."

Dean chuckled a little as he watched his wife get so excited.

"And haven't you ever wanted your own classroom?" Lisa asked.

"You know, most people don't dream of their own classrooms, Mrs. Winchester," Dean told her.

"They do after they go through my kindergarten class," Lisa told him, before leaning in to kiss him.

"Well I guess that I just didn't get the right teacher," Dean said before scooping her legs out from beneath her.

Lisa giggled before asking, "What do you think that you're doing, you goof?"

"Carrying my genius wife to the bedroom, of course," Dean said, kissing her hard on the lips before beginning to walk towards their bedroom.

"Dean," Gabe said, snapping Dean back into reality.

Dean wordlessly walked towards his desk. Maybe coming to work hadn't been the greatest idea.

Dean assigned the class a writing project, figuring that he couldn't handle trying to teach a lesson today.

Throughout the class he sat there spacily, only feeding Gabe's ever-growing concern.

Once class was over, Gabe came over and asked, "Are you sure that you don't want to come over?"

"Yeah. I'd ask you to come over, but you're chief in charge of avoiding Sam," Dean said before getting out of the desk and leaving.

That sent a pang of guilt through Gabe.

When Dean reached the car, he once again psyched himself up to start it. He knew that this was probably the day that he was least likely to get into some freak car accident, yet he was still much more nervous about driving than on any other day.

When he got back home, or rather back to Sam's house, Sam was just sitting there waiting for him.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Sam asked.

"No, I don't. I want people to stop acting like today is different than any other day, to stop walking on eggshells around me," Dean answered angrily.

"But it is different than any other day," Sam insisted. "This has to be brutal on you."

"Thanks for pointing it out, that really helps," Dean sarcastically. "Why can't you just go back to sulking over Gabe like you have been all week?"

Sam sat there silently.

"What happened to "I'm so stupid", "He must hate me now", "I should have figured things out sooner", "It's not fair that I figured out how I feel after he stopped talking to me", "No, Dean I can't just go talk to him"?" Dean asked, taking quotes from several conversations that they'd had in the last few days.

Sam didn't say a word.

"I'm going out," Dean said, deciding that he couldn't stand Sam giving him that pitying look for any longer.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked.

"Gabe's."

Dean talked himself into starting the car once again, then began to drive. But not to Gabe's.

Gabe had been sitting at home feeling guilty for about an hour, when he finally came to a decision. He needed to be there for his friend today, no matter how awkward things may be between him and Sam.

"Gabe?" Sam asked as he opened the door. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see Dean," Gabe replied. "He didn't seem like he was handling things too well this morning."

"He told me he was at your place," Sam said.

"And he told me he was here," Gabe said exasperatedly. "What is he? A teenage girl going to a party?" Although he was making a joke, concern clearly filled his voice.

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