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Songs in this chapter are "I Have Seen The Rain" by Pink & Jim Moore, and "Faithfully" by Journey.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE – NEVER SURE

Dean pulled into the motel parking lot and turned off the car. He opened the door to the room he and Sam were staying in, shut it behind him, and just stood there.

Sam started at him. "Did she…"

Dean nodded. Sam could sense the emotional turmoil inside his brother, and knew that he was also trying as hard as possible not to cry. Sam walked over and wordlessly hugged him. In fact, he was surprised that Dean was even letting him do that. Sam only knew a few details about what had happened, but judging by how uncharacteristically Dean was behaving, he knew that it was probably best that he not ask any questions.

"Stop it before they send us a script from Lifetime," Dean finally said, pulling away.

Sam laughed. At least his brother was returning somewhat to normal. "You did the right thing," he ensured. "There's no way it could've worked out otherwise."

"Couldn't you have just told me that like, six hours ago?" Dean asked.

"Sorry, Dean. You had to figure that one out for yourself."

"Whatever, Yoda. Promise me you'll drop the philosophical stuff by morning." Dean said as he crawled into bed.

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Angela lay in her bed, wondering how long it would be before she ever got a normal night of sleep again. She felt cold, even under the covers, and there were already some tissues beginning to accumulate next to her on the mattress. She didn't need anyone to tell her- this was the grieving stage. The scared part, the doubtful part, where she longed for things to be normal again.

A million thoughts filled her head. "What would my family say if they ever found out what I've done?" "Or my friends?" "Was that really right?" "Is Dean coping okay?" "I feel like I've just taken the easy way out…"

Although it was hard to deal with, Angela had known that this was bound to happen. She just told herself that she had to get through it- for both her and Dean's sakes. Lying there in her confusion, half of her wished that Dean could be there, to hold her- or at least talk to her. But the other half knew that she'd said what she needed to when they'd parted ways earlier that night. Theirs was an ill-fated love, never really meant to work out. And if he stayed, chances were that their lives would never get to even resemble what they used to be like. The only thing they could do was go their separate ways and hope to maybe meet again… someday.

Angela closed her eyes again, praying for either sleep to come or the sun to rise- whatever got there first.

I have seen the rain

I have felt the pain

I don't know where I'll be tomorrow

I don't know where I'm going

I don't even know where I've been

But I know

I'd like to see them again

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Sam loaded up the car as Dean stared aimlessly into the distance. Knowing he was thinking about Angela, Sam let his brother be. Dean knew that getting into that car was going to be hard. Just like Angela had said, they had to continue living separate lives… but Dean knew that she would always be with him. Half of him wanted to go right back over to her house- but the other half knew that she was right. If they didn't move on now, while they had the chance, they would never be able to. He sighed. She was the first girl he'd ever had feelings this strong for, and he was willing to bet that she'd be the only one. Dean knew he was doomed to become a lonely road wander, and those old lost-love ballads on the radio were going to make a lot more sense to him from now on. If only there was some way to make it work between them… Angie was right, they were hopelessly star-crossed.

"Ready to go?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," Dean muttered, getting in the car.

Sam followed. "Are you sure?" It was the question that they both knew asked everything.

"Let's just drive," Dean replied, starting up the Impala.

Highways run

Into the midnight sun

Wheels go round and round

In my mind

Restless hearts sleep alone tonight

Sending all my love on the wire

They say that the road ain't no place to start a family…