He still got tired easily. The doctors declared him out of the woods, but there were some lingering affects. You didn't walk away from dead without some repercussions.
Wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his arm, Dean sat down on the Impala's left front fender to rest. It was his go-to place, sanctum sanctorum, one of the only parts salvaged from the original car. This car had a new frame, new body, new engine and God forbid they use the old interior. It stunk of rotting blood, of death. He'd died there. Yeah, the seats were new too.
But the left front fender... she was still there in that cool sheet of steel. When he ran his hand over the smooth, black surface the pain faded away.
Bobby found him there. He hadn't moved in a half hour.
"This came," Bobby muttered, handing over a padded envelope. "Don't know how anybody knew you were here." He took off his cap and scratched his head. "You want to take a break? I've got some lunch ready."
"I'm not hungry."
"Dean..."
Dean shot him a glare. Bobby let it go.
The envelope had no return address. Dean tore open one end. From inside he pulled out a DVD and a note.
I though you might want to have this. I found the original tape only recently. I thought it had been lost. Come see me when you can. - M.C.
They took the disc inside. Dean procured Sammy's new laptop and retreated back to Bobby's desk in the corner. It took a while before he found the courage to actually put the disc into the drive. He tapped a button. The video began to play as the first notes of the Wedding March filtered through the laptop's speakers.
Dean sat back to watch, one corner of his lower lip caught between his teeth.
She carried a bouquet of yellow and white roses.
He wore a broad, beaming smile.
--FIN--
Inspiration:
Death Cab for Cutie - I Will Follow You Into the Dark
Love of mine some day you'll die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark
