Dean had turned his phone on silent, he didn't need Sam texting and calling to check up on him every two seconds. He needed to clear his head.

His impulses steered the car as he drove. He would drive straight until he felt a sudden need to turn onto a different street, then repeat the process.

This continued until he found himself at the cemetery where Lisa was buried. He wasn't even sure how he had gotten there, he must have taken some strange round-about route.

Dean parked the car and headed to her grave.

He sat leaning against the back of her tombstone and for the first time that day, Dean let a tear stream down his face.

"I don't know how I'm supposed to do this without you, Lis," Dean admitted. "This year has been so ridiculously damn hard without you."

Dean had been able to prevent himself from crying in front of other people, but now that he was alone with Lisa he couldn't stop the tears from falling.


"So... Uh.." Sam said awkwardly as he sat in his living room with Gabe.

"Do we call him?" Gabe asked. "Or would he just get pissed?"

"..I don't know," Sam replied, risking looking up and temporarily holding eye contact. "I still can't figure out if he's off doing something stupid or just Parent Trapping us."

"My money's on both," Gabe responded. "But maybe not, maybe he'll come back soon.."


Dean felt his car being thrown sideways as glass shattered everywhere.

"Lisa?" He whispered, that damn air bag stifling his attempts to turn and check on her..

"Dean," Lisa's voice was weak and panicked.

"You okay?" Dean asked.

She was eerily silent. All Dean could hear was Gabe yelling to them from somewhere. He didn't care, he was too busy fighting the airbag.

He managed to turn, to find his wife in a sickening condition. Her airbag hadn't gone off, he didn't think that she was breathing.

Tears covered Dean's face as panic covered his mind.

Suddenly Lisa's battered body sat up. Only this time it was healing. And Dean wasn't positive, but he was pretty sure that her skin was literally glowing.

"Lisa? What's happening?" Dean asked.

"Dean," She replied, smiling as she gently placed one hand on his cheek. "It wasn't your fault."

"But I made you go to Gabe's and I was driving and-" Dean began to babble hysterically.

"Shhh," Lisa said, pressing a finger to his lips. "It wasn't your fault. You need to let go of your guilt. And let go of me."

"No. Never-" Dean argued

"Let go," Lisa insisted.

"I can't."

"You have to," Lisa told him.

"There's no way that I'm ever going to let myself let go of you or forget you, Lis."

"You don't have to forget me. I just need you to accept that I'm not coming back. And at some point you're going to have to move on." Lisa whispered. She pressed her lips gently against his. "Please, do it for me,"


Dean woke up, still in the graveyard. He just sat there for several minutes, his brain struggling to process the dream.

He wanted to talk to someone; needed to talk to someone. The only problem was that he really didn't have anyone to talk to. Sure, he could go find Sam or Gabe, but he really did not want to go back and look at their stupid pitying faces.

Dean got up and headed to his car, he had no idea what he was going to do.

When he sat down in the car, he pulled his phone out. He flicked through his contact list four times, trying to find someone he would be willing to talk to. Someone who would be willing to listen to him. He scrolled through his contact list a few more times, then froze on the only name that fit his criteria.

He stared at the screen where Cas's name sat, highlighted in blue. It was as if he was having some intense staring contest with the name.

After a few minutes, the screen went dark. Dean sighed, then threw his phone at the opposite door. It bounced and slid across the leather seat all the way back to his leg.

Dean pressed his face against the steering wheel and desperately tried to think this through.

He couldn't really text Cas about his shitty day and all of it's drama. Or about his dream. Cas didn't know who he was. And even if Dean told him, and even if by some one in a million chance Cas actually still liked him, he still couldn't go bitch to the guy he liked about his dead wife.

"Well then what are you going to do?" Dean growled at himself, pulling his face off of the steering wheel. He stared down at his phone as if it somehow it knew the answer.


"That's it, I'm calling him," Sam decided after a very long and very awkward amount of time.

Gabe was relieved, they had been sitting in silence for what felt like forever. Awkward small talk had run out long ago.

The screen suddenly lit up.

Dean grabbed at the phone like it was a life-line. He felt a rush of disappointment when he saw that it was just Sam calling. He hit the ignore button and in a surge of bravery opened up a new text to Cas. His fingers swiftly typed the words and hit send button before his brain could kick in.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" Dean began to chant as soon as the 'message sent' icon appeared. "Unsend! Unsend, dammit! Why the hell is there no unsend button?"


Cas and Anna were in the middle of watching Cas's dvd of Sherlock Holmes, when his phone loudly beeped.

"Is that him?" Anna asked with a smirk.

Cas ignored her and just opened up the text.

"It's about time that he texted you," Anna continued. "He's been quiet all day."

Cas just stared at his phone in silence.

"What's with you?" Anna asked, playfully kicking him in the leg. "Usually by now you'd be halfway through lecturing me."

Cas rapidly began texting back.


From Dean:

I need to talk to someone, can I come over?

From Cas:

Sure.

From Dean:

Can I get an address? I know I'm creepy, but I'm not that creepy.


"Hey," Anna said, slapping Cas in the back of the head.

"Ow." Cas said, snapping back into the world that exists outside of his phone.

"What's going on?" Anna asked.

"You have to leave," Cas stated as he quickly sent his address.

"Like hell I do," Anna argued.

"He's coming over," Cas explained.

"Well then I'll talk to you tomorrow," Anna said getting off of the couch. "When you'll tell me who it is and what happened."

"If agreeing makes you leave," Cas agreed.


Dean read the address then put his phone back in his pocket and began to drive.

There was no turning back now. Right?


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