Chapter 8
Dean walked into Alison and Summer's room at the motel, he saw her and Sam sitting at the mini-sized table. "Have either of you seen Summer?"
Sam shook his head. "Not for a while. I think she went out."
"Went out?"
"Yeah, she said she would be back later," Sam told him.
Dean turned on his heel and headed for the door.
"Where're you going?" Sam asked as he and Alison watched him leave.
"To look for her," Dean answered before closing the door behind him.
"Where do you think she went?" Alison wondered meeting Sam's gaze.
"I have no clue."
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Dean drove for what seemed like forever before he finally pulled the car onto a dirt driveway, he pulled up closer to the house. The car lights reflected off someone, and right then he knew it was Summer. He killed the engine and pushed open the door, climbing out, shutting it behind him, and he made his way over to her. "What are you doing here?"
Summer turned just enough to look over at him before fixing her eyes on her half-burnt down house. "Just… visiting the past…"
He stood beside her, his eyes upon the house and saw that the left side of the building was completely gone, only pieces of wood that held the house up stood, while the right side was still standing. "I didn't think you would come here, especially after earlier," he said letting his gaze drift to her.
"I almost didn't come here, but I needed to come back. I wanted to see what it looked like."
"Is that a good idea, though? I mean, wouldn't that just upset you by seeing what's left?"
She looked over at him. "I couldn't just stay away. I wanted to find out what was left…" she looked back at the house. "Looks like it's still somewhat standing, which surprises me considering fires usually catch everything on fire."
"Hey, what're you doing?" he asked when he saw her step closer to the building. "I don't think you should go any closer. This place could suddenly fall apart even more from the fire catching parts of this side. Summer, don't."
She ignored him and continued to walk closer. She stood right in front it, taking everything in. The wood was discolored, dark, almost black. The white curtains that hung in the living room, destroyed like she imagined, and the furniture, also damaged. She lowered her eyes to the ground and saw an untouched photograph of her and her mother sitting on the front steps, both smiling in to the camera, which her mother's friend snapped for them.
"What's that?" Dean asked stepping toward her, noticing her holding something.
"It's a photograph," she told him, showing him the picture, even though it was a little hard to do considering it was night-time, and the only light they had was the moon.
He looked at it closely and saw how happy the girls looked, and it made him smile a little. He never got the chance to meet her mom, or get a good idea of what she looked like, but now he knew.
"That was taken two days before the fire…"
He glanced at her and saw the sadness appearing upon her face, but almost as quickly it appeared, she looked as if she was going to become angry.
He was right about that.
Summer looked at the house and grabbed whatever she could find, which ended up being a piece of wood. She suddenly stepped closer to the building and swung, the wood hitting one of the living room windows, smashing it in to millions of pieces. The sound of the glass breaking echoed through the silent night. She swung again, hitting the wood this time. She kept on swinging, hitting everything she saw.
"Summer, stop," Dean grabbed her arms, stopping her from swinging again, he gripped the wood in his hand and pulled it out of her grasp, throwing it aside. He felt her legs buckle underneath her, they both go the ground, and her body shook from the silent sobs. "Shhh…" he pulled her closer to him. Her back leaned against his. He rocked back and forth with her, trying to comfort her, the best he could. "It's ok. Shhh…" he whispered.
"I miss her, Dean…" she said through her sobs. "I want her back…I need her back."
"Shh, I know…" he said wrapping his arms around her more, holding her close. "It's hard, I know. Losing a parent is hard. No matter what you try to do, the pain will not go away. It just… stays with you all the time. You want to—"
"Scream but can't because of those around you…"
He nodded even though she couldn't see that. "Yeah, and that's exactly what I was gonna say."
She turned a bit to look at him and locked eyes with him. She wiped the tears off her checks and opened her mouth to speak, "Then let's do it. Right now…it's just the two of us."
He lifted an eyebrow. "You're kiddin' right?"
She shook her head. "I'm serious, Dean. Let's do it, let's scream at the top of our lungs."
He saw she was being serious about this. "You really want to?"
She nodded in reply.
"Alright, let's do it," he said as he stood up and helped her stand up before facing her. "Are you ready?"
"Yeah…"
They both screamed on the top of their lungs.
"You feel better now that we screamed, and probably woke up everyone in the entire town?" he asked, chuckling at what they did.
"In matter of fact, I do. I should have done that a long time ago."
He laughed. "Yeah, same. Now, you ready to head back to the motel?"
"Yes."
"Come on," he placed a hand on her back, guiding her to the car after she bent down and picked up the photograph. They climbed in, and he started the car. He got ready to put it in drive when she stopped him. She leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. Before she could fully pull away, his hand met the back of her head, pulling her gently in for another kiss. When they pulled away, they kept their eyes locked.
"I've missed kissing' you," he said being honest with her, his hand now placed upon hers. "I have wanted to kiss you for so long now, but I didn't not knowing how you felt."
"Now you know," she said in a half-whisper, leaning in again for another peck. She pulled away and smiled at him. "Thank you, by the way."
"For what, exactly?"
"For being here for me, and for helping me deal with my mom's death."
"Summer, I will always be here for you. Whenever you need me, I'll be there," he said gripping her hand in his own. "Even more now that I have you in my life again, and for our daughter."
"God, you have no idea how scared I was about telling you I was pregnant. I kept thinking you would freak, and then maybe leave and make me raise this baby myself."
"I'm going to be honest with you, when you told me… yeah I was pretty freaked at first. I basically drove back to the motel in a daze. I didn't know what think, or even what to do," he told her. "Me being a dad, that's a little hard to picture."
"Same for me on my part," she said.
"We can both have a hard time picturing it together."
"Sounds good to me…"
He then turned in his seat so he was facing the steering wheel and put the car in park while he held her hand with the other. "Let's get goin' before it gets too late. Sam and Alison is probably wondering where we are by now."
"Let's," she agreed.
He backed out of the driveway, Summer's eyes fixed on her house, she watched it seem smaller as they drove further away from it. She was now letting go, and focused on what was in store for the future.