"Mom, what happened to the grass? I told you I would mow it in I came..in..." Sam's booming voice sounded through the house as the screen door slammed behind him. He stopped right inside the kitchen as he saw who was leaning against the counter, a beer in his hands.
Green eyes flicked over to the woman standing behind Sam and his face erupted into the biggest smile. "I don't believe it." Dean approached the small blonde and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug.
"Hmm..."
"Jessica. Good to see you."
She slid her eyes over to Sam who had a look of confusion in his face as well. So much for him helping her out of this. It was very awkward having the older brother hugging her, because this was the first time he had ever showed any kind of emotion towards her. She assumed that Dean couldn't stand the sight of her. "Well..hey Dean..it's uh good to see you..but can you let me go now..I can't breathe."
Dean let her go and lightly slapped her on the arm and then turned his attention to his little brother. He opened his arms and smiled. "Sammy."
"Hey." His voice was low and Sam scratched the back of his head, not sure what to make of his brother's odd behavior. It had been a year since he and Dean had talked. The drinking had gotten out of hand and it angered him that his mother had to take care of Dean, just like he did for their father. That's when he noticed the beer in Dean's hand and he shook his head with disappointment. "I see you started off Mom's birthday with a bang, as usual."
Jessica slid him a smile as she walked into the kitchen where Mary was washing dishes and Sam just stood there, shaking his head.
"What?"
Sam let his bags drop on the floor and he shook his head. "It's nothing. Not worth bringing up. SO, uh, is Kandi coming?"
"Kandi?" Dean frowned and shook his head. That would explain the woman in his bed this morning. Had it only been this morning? This was turning out to be the longest day ever. "Uh,..no she couldn't make it."
"Oh, that's a shame." Sam's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Well, maybe next time right?"
Dean watched Sam walk into the kitchen and heard the delighted shrieks of his mom and he sighed. What the hell had happened to them? This was supposed to be a wish come true, right? So why was everyone so against him?
Dean let out an unhappy sigh as he looked at his plate and the thing that was trying to pass as food. He lifted his fork and the green, tree looking thing hung limp. "Wow..this...looks awesome."
Sam cleared his throat and lifted up his glass and smiled over at Mary. "To Mom, Happy Birthday."
Dean watched as Sam and Jessica leaned in for a kiss and frowned. He scanned the restaurant and that's when he noticed her. She was sitting near the window, her chin braced on her hand and a sad look on her face. She was watching the people walk back and forth just outside the glass and he wondered if she was alone. There was only one setting and that was in front of her.
Sam noticed the look on Dean's face and he followed his gaze to where she was sitting, now interacting with the waiter. "Oh..."
Mary turned around in her chair and a sad look came upon her face. "Oh that poor dear. I totally forgot.."
Dean looked from his brother and then to his mom who were both staring at them. "I'm sorry...forgot what?"
Jessica leaned in and placed a hand on his arm. "Today is the anniversary of her mother's death. She comes every year here..like clock work."
"W..what happened to her mother?" Dean noticed that everyone had turned back around and looked right at him. "What?"
Sam shook his head and murmured about drinking again and Mary just sadly shook her head and flagged down the waiter.
Dean looked over at her table on more time to see she was looking over in their direction. Her green eyes locked with his and she gave him a small smile and ducked her head down.
He threw the keys on the counter that was littered with beer cans, but he didn't care at that very moment. Instead, he was focused on the computer that was sitting in the corner of the tiny living room.
He slid the blue tie from around his neck and threw it on the back of the couch. He sat the beer on the edge of the desk and rolled up the sleeves of his blue button-up to his elbows. With a hiss, he opened the beer and took a sip as he sat down.
He paused for a minute as he watched the computer turn on, positive he heard a noise. His eyes lifted up to the ceiling, certain he had heard footsteps up there. His eyes scanned back and forth to see if he could hear it again, but as the minutes ticked by, he turned his attention back to the screen.
He pulled up the local web browser, his finger hovered over the keys and realized, he didn't know Lana's last name. He had heard Sam say it had been at least 15 years. He accessed the local newspaper and did a search on deaths in the past few years.
He was on page three when he hit the jackpot. He sat the beer on the desk and leaned foward, his finger over his lip as he read. He suddenly sat back as he placed his hands in his hair, not believing what he was reading. "Son of a bitch."
His head snapped up to the ceiling as he heard the creak again and this time he was on his feet. He walked into the kitchen and slid open the drawer and took out a black Colt that he had tucked there. He held it out in front of him as he slowly walked up the steps.
He swept the bathroom to find it was clear, then he slowly walked back to the bedroom. He took the point of the gun and pushed the door open with a creak. He aimed the gun as he walked inside the room, then lowered it.
A girl was standing near the bed, her head was bent, her dark hair covered her face. Her arms were streaked with dirt and her white dress was covered in blood. He was about to shout to her, when she began to flicker as if a poor signal was coming from a TV. She lifted her head and before Dean could get a good look, she shimmered out of view.
He slowly put his gun on the dresser and walked over to the bed and let out a huge sigh. He swallowed a huge knot in his throat as the realization over came him. How in the hell could he face her now after knowing the truth?