Dean went shopping.
There was nothing else he could do. There was nothing else that he could possibly do so he just went to the supermarket to stock up on everything they needed and things that they didn't.
He packed the cart full, not really paying attention to what he was putting into it. He grabbed whatever he saw at random and added them to the cart.
He stopped at the fruits and vegetables, his and Sam's last argument replaying in his head. She had been nagging him about eating healthier, trying to get him to negotiate for him to eat healthier if it meant that she would do something for him as well.
Wordlessly he started to add things to the cart, bagging the fruits and vegetables methodically and carefully placing it down. He eyed the bag of spinach dubiously and then added it as well.
He ignored the baked goods part of the store, he didn't have the stomach for that.
Slowly he finished with everything else and went to the registers, ignoring the exported look on the cashiers face when they saw how much crap he had in his cart, running everything up. He passed his credit card over and after gathering everything, went back to the impala and put everything into the backseat.
He slowly drove through town, not wanting to get back to the bunker so soon. He didn't want to face the silence and the stress there. The kid was there and Dean had no desire to face him so soon after he had punched him.
Instead he just slowly drove, not really caring where he was going, not having a destination in mind. Eventually, of course, he stopped outside of the liquor store and after a moment he parked the car outside of it and go out.
He walked into the liquor store, the bell above him ringing. The owner looked up at him and gave him a small smile.
"Hey, Campbell." he greeted him, reaching to shake his hand which Dean returned. "Haven't seen you guys in a while. Everything okay?"
Dean breathed out, sliding his hands into his pockets. "Not really." he said, staring at the counter.
"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice becoming a bit concerned. From the corner of his eye he could see him looking out towards the empty impala. "Is your sister okay?"
"No." Dean said curtly, not looking up. "I just want the usual stuff, stronger if you have any."
The owner hesitated, not really sure what to say about that, but ultimately Dean could see that he nodded. "Yeah, of course." he said before going to the back to grab a box for him.
Dean breathed out slowly, not even sure what to tell people that asked, people that weren't in the know about the supernatural. What the hell was he supposed to tell them about Sam? And how were they going to explain it when he managed to bring her back to life?
They didn't have that many connections in town but people knew them, recognized them, knew them as the Campbell Siblings that lived a bit out of town. They knew that something was up if they were apart, like now, and knew enough that something like this wasn't normal for them.
The owner returned with his usual box of bottles, he could spot a few small other ones. He quietly thanked him and paid, tucking the box under his arm and ignoring the mans questioning and sad gaze that followed him.
Eventually though, he drove back to the bunker, obeying the speed limit in a way he never had before. But ultimately he reached it and debated to stay in the garage for a while before he forced himself to get out of the car, grabbing the box of alcohol with him.
He put the bottles away, grabbing the nearest one to him and opening it. Forgoing a glass he drank straight from the bottle. His hand came up to press against the wall, breathing heavily as he drank. He took another deep pull and let out a small gasp of air as the drink that burned his throat.
His fingers dug into the wall for a moment and he took a great deep shuddering breath. He turned to go back to the impala to grab the shopping bags but stopped when he heard someone moving around in the kitchen and stocking room.
Moving slowly he went to the source of the noise and carefully peeked around the corner, eyes narrowing when he saw the kid. He had apparently gone to the impala and taken the bags from there and was putting everything away.
The kid spotted him and turned to face him, taking a step back at the sight of him completely. The kid swallowed hard, hand coming up to rub at his nose where Dean had punched him.
When Dean didn't move the kid did move slowly, finishing putting everything away, glancing at him multiple times nervously.
Dean just drank from his bottle once more, not tearing his eyes away from the kid moving around the kitchen. He was blocking the only way and the kid was shifting from foot to foot, slowly reaching out to take an apple and wash it, biting into it.
He grabbed another apple and washed it as well, taking a deep breath before he turned and offered it to Dean.
Dean just took another drink, not looking away. The kid looked oddly hopeful as he held the apple out to him, his own bitten-into apple in his other hand. Dean couldn't look at his eyes, they looked too much like Nick's, so he focused on other places, the shape of his face, the hair that framed him.
Wordlessly he reached out and took the apple from him, turning, and walking away towards the library, biting into his apple.
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