It was almost as if Sam knew that his brother was in danger.
The way he bolted into the garage of the house, like someone had just fired up dynamite under his ass. It scared her, no doubt, but he'd demanded that she stayed in the car until he knew for sure the scene was safe. As hard as it was not to go against him, she did. She didn't want to have that argument later. And plus, he'd done right by her by bringing her with him. It was becoming more and more apparent that all Sam really wanted was what was best for her. Even if that wasn't what she wanted all of the time.
Ryan fiddled with just about everything she could find, trying to quiet her nerves. It wasn't really working, considering she across the street from Dean's driveway. After thousands of years of being light years away, she was in his driveway. It was freaking her out.
And not only that, but the fact that Dean had a driveway was working her nerves as well.
Why the hell did he even have a house? Why wasn't he shacked up in some motel nearby, working on a case? Who did he live in this house with? The questions wouldn't stop. The questions kept flooding in, each worse than the last, each creating an entire new scenario in her head. And each scenario only made the knots get worse. She didn't like not knowing what was going on in his life. It didn't feel right. Her eyes were glued to the garage door, waiting for Sam to poke his head out and give her the signal that everything was all clear.
After a few bangs and clanks, Ryan almost got out of the car. She didn't want them both to end up dead while she just sat around like a benchwarmer. She'd made it halfway across the street when Sam finally did poke his head out of the door. He looked at her with tight lips, slightly angry that she'd disregarded his order. She felt herself mentally shrug as he nodded her to come in. She picked up the pace. Her heart was in her stomach, but she entered the garage. At first all she could see was Sam. He stared at her with the same look he'd been giving her for months. That same worried, sorrowful stare.
"I'll give you two a minute…" he said as his eyes hit the floor, and he slowly walked outside.
Ryan turned the corner, and feasted her eyes on possibly the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.
It was a mix of emotions at that moment. She felt pain, but it was a pain she'd never really experienced before. It wasn't the kind of pain you felt it in hell. It was the kind you felt in heaven. The kind that awakened every nerve, even the ones you'd forgot you had. It was the kind of pain that felt too good to describe. She felt it deep in her gut, and immediately, it caused tears to fill in her eyes. It was useless to try to stop them, so she just didn't.
Her sobs came quickly, in little spurts, and instinctively, she rushed toward him. Her arms wrapped around his neck tighter than they ever had before. Slowly, he responded, folding his arms around her as well. She could feel the pounding of his heart against her chest, which only caused her cries to strengthen in volume. She hadn't felt that in centuries.
Although the last thing she wanted to do in the entire world was pull away from him, she knew she had to. After a few minutes of doing nothing but embracing, she finally loosened her grip and backed up a few steps. Frankly, she was happy just stand there and look at him. She sniffled a few times and wiped her eyes, her makeup probably smeared all over her face. When she found the strength, she looked back to him. He was staring at her with the same expression Sam had. Except unlike Sam's expression, there were tears in his eyes. But she ignored it. There was something underlying all of this, but she didn't want to know. For just a minute, she wanted to be Ryan and Dean. She wanted to be normal.
"I missed you…" was all she could muster.
His jaw clenched, and he looked away from her for a few seconds.
Ryan began to look him up and down, taking in every inch of him. Every inch that she'd been deprived of for so long. She took in his feet, his jeans, his-oddly enough-tucked in shirt, and the jacket that wasn't his favorite leather one. But as she looked down at his left hand, everything suddenly went dark.
She felt herself go cold.
It all made sense now. After finding the ability to tear her gaze away from the silver band that rested on his ring finger, she looked to him, her eyebrows pushed together and her face completely drenched in pain that even hell couldn't compare to.
"Dean… tell me you didn't…" she nearly sobbed.
He looked at her for a few moments, trying to find the right words. But there were no right words. There was only the true answer, the answer that she was for sure would kill her.
"I'm sorry…" he whispered.