"I told you I was fine, Dean"
"I don't believe it"
"And what would make you think that?"
"Because that was what you always used to say if something really upset you"
Blaire couldn't help but smirk and look at him, "So you do remember, huh?"
Dean sat down next to Blaire and looked at the children playing on the playground. Blaire could feel the warmth of him radiating from his body. She tried her best to ignore it and continue to look back out at the little kids. Her heart suddenly started to sink as she realized that one of her dreams was to be a mother and not a hunter.
"Why didn't you call?" Blaire asked.
Dean looked over to her, "Excuse me?"
"We were together for nearly three years" Blaire told him. "And yet you didn't think to call me when you found Sam or even when you found your father all those years back. Do you want to know how I found out that you died from a Hell Hound?"
"I didn't think you would care" Dean said to her.
Blaire remembered knocking on Bobby's door, just passing by to refuel on her car. She didn't expect him to open the door with tear stained eyes and hug her like as if she knew what was going on. So when she asked poor Bobby, it seemed to have eaten himself away when he had to tell her that Dean had passed away in a horrible death to the Hell Hounds. It was only then did she realize how reckless she was during her hunts after the news had hit her, only wanting to kill for the amounts of blood and not just because of a job.
"Didn't care?" Blaire nearly fumed. "Of course I cared! What did you think I was one of your one night stands? After everything we've been through and you decide that I am nothing to you? Go to hell! Oh, wait, you've already been there. And yet, you couldn't call me to tell me anything, right? How is it that when I was in this kind of trouble, my first instinct was to call you. But when you find the yellow-eyed demon, you sign a contract, go to hell, and have Lucifer escape from hell, you don't even think twice about me"
"I did care, Blaire! That's why I never called you" Dean turned to her. "With each passing year of being away from you, the dangers got bigger and bigger. I couldn't see you again and bring all of the dark stuff onto your doorstep"
"I'm a hunter"
"You are also human. Everyone in this world is" Dean sighed. "I was afraid that you might die the way my mom, dad, and Sam died"
"I'm not human anymore" Blaire brought her legs up to her chest. "I'm just a monster"
"You are not a monster, Blaire. We will find out what happened to you and end it" Dean told her. "Everything will be back to normal"
"Normal? As in before or after our 'break up'?" Blaire asked. "Are you saying that after all this is over, you and Sam will just leave me behind in your rearview mirror?"
"Of course not! We will make sure that you are okay" Dean told her. "I'm sorry I left all those years ago, Blaire"
Blaire blinked and remembered how they were arguing so much in the motel that the manager had to come out. It was during the time that Dean's dad was missing, he wanted to bring Sam along in hopes of getting him back into the hunting lifestyle. Blaire felt slightly jealous of how much Dean wanted Sam to help out instead of her, so she argued that Sam had a better life right now and to just leave him alone. The fighting soon clouded up their feelings for one another and that was when Dean decided to pack up his stuff and leave her in California.
"Dean, I don't believe it. After all these years and now you say you're sorry?" Blaire looked up to him. "Or are you only sorry that my memory is gone and I had a little freak accident? Either way, it's all but bullshit to me"
"I thought you moved on" Dean argued.
"I tried" Blaire told him.
"What do you mean you tried?" Dean looked to her.
"I mean that nearly every time I felt like I got you out of my mind, something new pops up. You are very popular in the hunting business" Blaire looked at a kid swinging on a swing.
"You are too" Dean noted. "I heard nothing about you"
"And you thought that that meant I settled down" Blaire pieced together. "Typical"
"Now what?"
"Settle down? Forget about you?" Blaire suggested. "Do you honestly believe we live in a Nicholas Sparks movie, Dean? Life isn't as blissful as that"
"Who's Nicholas Sparks?" Dean asked.
"Never mind" Blaire grumbled.
"I wanted you to move on. I wanted you to find a better guy" Dean told her.
Blaire rolled her eyes, "Don't give me that crap. You never liked it whenever a guy looked at me. Now you're saying that it's okay to let me fall in love? I did fall in love, just to let you know. But with you, remember?"
Dean couldn't help but smile, "You used to always tell me that when I least expect it"
"Any guy wouldn't know what I've been through and what kind of style I live but you" Blaire looked over to him.
"I am not the type of guy to fall head over heels for" Dean objected.
"You always think that. You believe that somehow the evil that we kill absorbs into you" Blaire responded. "I may be the one that lost the memories but it seems to me that you lost more than me. You refuse to see how many people that you have saved over the past years. It's a trait that you always seem to carry around with you. No matter how many times I used to tell you how important you are, you never seem to listen. I bet that if your parents could talk to you right now, they would say how proud they were of you"
"You always used to say my mother would be proud of me" Dean reflected.
Blaire looked to Dean and placed a hand on his, "I'm sorry about your father"
"You know, Blaire? When dad died, I really wished that you were there for me" Dean said in his deep and husky voice.
"I figured. I'm sorry I couldn't find you on time" Blaire apologized.
Dean looked down at Blaire's hands still in his and slowly fit his fingers around hers. Her smooth skin seemed to be almost too soft to be that of a hunter's hands. He looked at her green eyes and could almost feel himself being pulled in just like the first time that he met her. He knew this one was different because for once, he wasn't looking at her body but would always get lost in her eyes.
Dean leaned his face close to hers, "I missed you"
Before their lips could connect, Blaire moved her face to the side and felt the lips of Dean brush against her cheek. She couldn't let him in so easily, not after everything she's been through. He never once got the chance to hear her cry in her sleep, begging him to come back. After everything they've been through, he never once thought about calling her just to see if she was alright.
"Sam might need you right about now" Blaire said in a small voice.
Dean sighed, "You're right… we should get going"