Author's Note:
Hi, this is the third chapter of my first fic! Yay! Thank you lone reviewer! You are awesome : ) Hopefully the chapters will get a little longer soon. But look! Dean is up! Also yay? ...it's possible I haven't slept in a while...
Chapter 3:
Dean wakes up in Carthage, Missouri, the last resting place of his human remains. Bobby and Sam had left his body there. Cas had left his body there.
The sun burns against his closed eyes and the air stings his lungs as he realizes: they hadn't even buried him.
His family hadn't even buried him.
He pushes his body up, every bone aching, and finally opens his eyes—damn, bright—and tells himself, It doesn't really matter. They told you, you already knew.
"…don't even care that you're gone. Don't you think they would have found a way to get you out by now, Dean?" Dean screams as the demon stretches and tears at another strip of skin on his chest. "It's been six years, Dean. But nothing, not even a peep from the outside. They've moved on."
But it still hurts. He'd been hoping, goddamn praying that they'd been lying. "Demons lie," he'd told his brother once, but sometimes they tell the truth if they think it'll hurt more.
He coughs, clearing his throat out. He tries to speak, to test out the words. "Sam left me there. Bobby left me there." The voice is one he can barely recognize, choked and strangled. He pushes up to his feet.
"Cas left me here."
Goddamnit. I gotta find a gas station. He sighs. I need to find a car if I'm going to get to New York. It's going to be a long walk back to town.