Remember Me

Chapter Seven: Questions, Yet No Answers

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The cool breeze hit Dean's sweaty body like bricks as he closed the door one last time. He drew in a trembling breath as tears brimmed his eyes. He shoved his hands in his coat pockets and began making his way to the sidewalk. As he slowly moved, a car pulled up to the curb outside the house. Dean's eyes lifted as he watched Lisa climb out of her car with her purse slung over her shoulder. His heart raced as she began walking up the sidewalk, drawing towards him. She raised an eyebrow as she met him.

"Dean?"

"Lis?" Dean whispered with a smile, hopeful that she had remembered him. "You remember me?"

"Yeah, you were the guy that hit my car." She responded. Dean's smile dropped instantly and he nodded his head.

"Yeah, that's right." The wear and tear on his heart that day had weighed heavier than usual.

"What are you doing here?" She questioned.

"I was in the neighborhood and I really just wanted to make sure you were okay." He wasn't lying, not completely. He did come up all that way to make sure they were okay. "I haven't forgotten." His sentence meant more than just one "car accident". It meant that he remembered the life they shared together, the love they had. He remembered how they met and how he was head over heels in love. He remembered Sam telling him, more like forcing him, to live that apple pie life they had always wanted for one another. It meant that he had remembered how she loved him and how he loved both her and Ben. He remembered.

"We're okay for the most part." Lisa replied. "I mean, Ben just got into a car accident."

"He's okay though, right?" Dean questioned even though he already knew the answer.

"Yeah, I think he's just a little spooked."

"I've been in my fair share of car accidents, so I understand."

"Well, I hope you're a better driver because of them." Lisa said with a half hearted chuckle. Dean joined in and shook his head.

"Yeah, somewhat."

"Would you like to come in for lunch?" Lisa asked, adjusting her purse. Dean gave her a weak smile.

"I shouldn't."

"Oh." Lisa sounded disappointed.

"I'm sorry, but I should get going." Dean repeated. Lisa nodded her head sullenly and gently pushed passed Dean.

"Will I see you around?" Lisa asked, before continuing into her home.

"I'm not sure." Dean responded, his voice breaking as more tears scratched at his eyes.

"Well, if I do, I will see you around. If I don't, take care Dean." She gave him a small smile.

"You too, Lis."

The Impala pulled up as Lisa disappeared into the house. Dean made his way back to his car and climbed into the driver's seat as Sam slid into the passenger seat. He grabbed the wheel and stared at the street before him. He wanted to scream. Anger, frustration, sadness built up in his body. He could feel it about to erupt like a timebomb. Sam watched his brother's face harden then soften again as he thought about the life he shared with Ben and Lisa and how much he enjoyed it.

"How did it go?" Sam asked.

"How do you think it went?" Dean didn't look at his little brother as he spoke.

"I'm taking it not well, Sam." Castiel spoke up. He was still so clueless on sarcasm. Dean rolled his eyes as Castiel spoke.

"Yes, Cas. It didn't go well." Dean said with annoyance.

"What happened?" Sam asked.

"Well, it didn't go horrible, but he wanted me to tell him everything. He wanted answers and I just couldn't give them to him. He doesn't deserve that."

"Maybe you should have told him." Castiel commented. Dean turned to face the angel with anger and rage in his eyes.

"What the hell did you just say?" Dean growled.

"You're making things worse by not telling him."

"How so?" Sam spoke up.

"He wants answers. He sees things he doesn't remember and now you've refused to tell him anything." Castiel explained.

"It's not that easy, Cas!" Dean exclaimed. "I can't tell him, because it'll ruin his life."

"Do you know what will happen if you don't tell him?" Castiel started to grow angry. "He will go on a run, trying to figure out what happened. College, a life, everything he has ever planned for will go down the hole if you don't tell him what happened."

"Maybe, maybe not." Dean mumbled as he put the car in drive. The tires squealed as he pressed his foot to the gas pedal and drove away from the house. The rest of the car ride was silent as Dean had put a stop to talking about Ben and Lisa. He couldn't bear talking about them anymore. The thought of them was too much for him. He just wanted to move on, but it seemed so impossible at that very moment. Dean looked into the rearview mirror and noticed Castiel had disappeared. He rolled his eyes and kept on to the hotel room.

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The night had arrived and before long, Lisa had begun locking their home up. She wasn't sure what it was, but she always made sure to lock the doors and windows and triple checked before going up to bed. She had never had her home broken into and been put into danger, but it was like she had done this her whole life. It was as if it was some deep seated memory that she couldn't remember learning. She made her way up the stairs to her bedroom when she had seen Ben standing in the doorway of his room.

"What's wrong?" Lisa asked as he stared at the floor.

"I just can't sleep."

"Do you want to take some melatonin?"

"No, I just want some answers."

"Answers?"

"I saw Dean today." Ben blurted.

"So did I. He was in the neighborhood and wanted to make sure we were okay."

"Do you know why he was in the neighborhood?" Ben questioned. Lisa looked at him surprised.

"No, I don't."

"I called him."

Lisa raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side. Her son was surprising her. "You called him?" She was bewildered.

"Yeah, I called him."

"H-how did you get his number, first? And, why did you call him?" Lisa struggled to speak. The shock was overcoming her.

"I found his number on a picture." Ben replied.

"A picture?"

Ben turned away to his desk and hastily grabbed the photograph. When he had returned face to face with his mother, he lifted the picture and revealed it to his mother. Lisa's eyes widened as she stared intently at it. It was strange to her. She hadn't remembered the photo or it even being taken. Most importantly, she didn't remember meeting Dean before the accident. Ben flipped it over to reveal the writing on the back.

"Lisa B. and Dean W. 1998?" Lisa read off in confusion. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? Most importantly, where the hell did you find that?"

"I found it in the box of all your pictures." Ben answered. "I need answers, Mom."