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Thank you to the wonderful reviewers! I wanted to have this posted a long time ago, but I was sick this week. I hope you like the second part and there is a third part that I'm not quite finished writing yet. I hope you like it!

Chapter Two

Dean opened his eyes. The dim light of the early morning was hidden behind thick hospital blinds. His stomach wasn't burning anymore and for that he was grateful. He glanced down to see Sam's head resting beside his hand. His tall frame was stretched uncomfortably between a hospital chair and the bed. Dean sighed and ran his hand though Sam's hair. He knew it would be hard to swallow his macho, no emotion routine that he had adopted since childhood, but he wanted to stick with what he had thought about when he was bleeding into the earth of that dark forest. The importance of the words outweighed feeling uncomfortable. He put his hand over Sam's and let himself drift back to sleep.

A couple of days later, Dean pulled the Impala into a gas station. They were halfway across Wisconsin, burning up the highway. Sam started the gas and Dean excused himself to the restroom. He stepped inside and his face twisted at the foul smell of the dirty bathroom. He didn't want Sam to hear him though, so he clicked the lock in place. This was the only place he could really be alone. He dialed the number and sighed listening to the very familiar voicemail message.

"You've reached John Winchester, if this is an emergency please call…" The message beeped and suddenly he was very nervous. He coughed self-consciously.

"Hey Dad, this is Dean…uh…" He shut his eyes tight.

"I just wanted to…. to say…that…I…uh, I love you." The last words came out in a rush and Dean ended the call quickly. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He studied himself in the cloudy mirror for a moment, took a deep breath and walked back to the car.

That night, he had trouble sleeping. He was glad that Sammy hadn't though. It was five a.m. and Sam had slept through the night under the watchful eyes of his brother. He had never tossed or turned or called out. Dean was sure it had to be a record of some sort.

He pulled on some clothes quietly and walked out of the room into the first early morning sunshine beginning to cast the motel in orange light. It was warm here and he had to admit it was beautiful. He leaned against the Impala and pulled out his phone. He knew it was early but he also knew somehow that this was the right time. He dialed the number. He had half expected it to go straight to voicemail, but it didn't and on the third ring a sleepy voice answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey Cassie, its Dean." Silence.

"Dean…what's wrong? Are you okay?" Her voice sounded a little scared and a little questioning, as if she didn't quite believe it was him.

"I'm okay. I'm fine, so is Sam. I just wanted to tell you something. I…uh…you know you were my first real girlfriend or whatever and I don't know…um…if you ever knew how much I cared about you. I loved you Cassie and a part of me still loves you."

"Oh, Dean. I love you too."

"You do?" Somehow Dean had never thought that the words would come back to him.

"Of course I do. There will always be a place for you in my heart. We really had something back then…we've just got very different lives." She paused. "Dean, I am so glad you called me but…I've simply got to go back to sleep."

He chuckled. "Yeah, alright, goodbye Cassie."

"Bye, Dean." He flipped the phone shut. He smiled and couldn't help but shake his head in disbelief. Cassie loved him too? He just kept smiling.