We spent the rest of the weekend by each others side, it was perfect... Until Monday morning.
I felt the bed shift under Dean's weight as he sat upright, causing my eyes to open slowly as I held a hand up to block my eyes from the light pouring in from the window.
I watched Dean as he turned to sit on the edge of the bed, pulling on his boxers and quickly following them with his jeans.
"Hey," I said groggily as I wiped the sleep from my eyes. "Going to get breakfast already?"
I glanced over my shoulder at the clock on the nightstand. The big red block numbers read 7 AM. I turned to face Dean once again, only to be met by a sad expression that overtook his face.
I shook my head in confusion. "What's wrong?"
Dean reached down and grabbed his shirt from the floor and shrugged it on before he turned to look at me, the frown still plastered on his face.
"I have to go, Lis," he sighed as he looked down at the mattress.
My eyes widened as I looked up at him. "You have to leave? Now? Why?"
I sat up and shook my head once again, reaching up and placing a hand at my temple.
"I don't understand. Is everything alright, Dean?"
Dean reached up and rubbed his hands roughly over his face while letting out another long sigh. His mouth opened as if he was about to respond, but it quickly shut and he shook his head once again.
"It's best if you don't ask all those questions. I just need to go. I'm sorry."
He leaned in and kissed my forehead softly, allowing his lips to linger on my skin before pulling back. I sighed and inhaled deeply, breathing in his woodsy scent one last time in an attempt to hold on to whatever I could one last time before he would leave.
"Goodbye, Lis," Dean said in his husky tone that I had grown to love in such a short amount of time.
I frowned and nodded slowly while I watched him swipe his jacket from the floor and stand as he slipped it on quickly. He took one last fleeting glance back at me before he walked out of my bedroom and disappeared down the hall.
I flopped back down, grasping the pillow tightly in my arms while I listened to the Impala's engine rev. My eyes shut tightly as I replayed the images of that weekend in my head, all the while listening to the sounds of the Impala slowly fading from my home.