Dean left. I haven’t seen him in year. I woke up one morning and he was gone. He left without saying goodbye. Again.
I get dressed, in a button-up plaid shirt, and go out to feed the horses, and the cows. As I’m walking to the cows’ barn, Katie pulls into the driveway. Before Dean (along with Sam and Cas) left, she had been spending a lot of time with Cas alone. So she’s probably looking for him. She hasn’t been over here since they left, so I guess she’s been trying to call him. And now she’s coming here to ask me where they went. And I won’t be able to answer her.
“Hi!” she says, making me lose my train of thought. Not that it had any point.
“Hey, what’s up?” I ask, knowing the answer.
“Umm... I’ve been trying to reach Cas, but I can’t, have you seen him?”
“Not since a year ago.” I reply, not paying much attention.
“That’s weird, you’ve seen Sam and Dean since a year ago, right?” she asks, noticing that I’m not paying attention.
“Umm... not quite.” I reply.
“Wait, but you and Dean are together, aren’t you?” she questions.
“Yeah, he left in the middle of the night, didn’t even say goodbye.” I answer.
“Maybe because it’s not supposed to be a goodbye.”
It’s 11 at night, I should probably go check on the horses. Since I’m up. Katie left at about 7 and I’ve just been hangin’ out. I walk out to the barn and give all the horses some more hay. I hear rustling in the woods behind the barn, and grab my shotgun just in case. A figure, covered in dirt and grime, comes out of the bushes. When he first sees me he looks surprised, but then he relaxes.
"Carrie?" he says in a coarse voice, "Is that you?" I faintly recognize him. It’s Dean.
“Dean?” I say, hoping I’m right. Instead of replying, he walks over to me and wraps me in his arms. I would breathe in his scent, but he is covered in dirt and stinks. “Where were you?” I ask.
“I’ll tell you everything, just first I should probably get cleaned up.” he replies, releasing me.
A couple hours later, he’s clean and we’re sitting on my bed.
“So where were you?” I ask again.
“I was... in Purgatory.” he replies, slowly.
“...Purgatory?” I say, confused.
“Yeah, turns out you get your ass sent to Purgatory if you stand too close to an exploding Dick.” he answers.
“What!?” I ask.
“...Nothing.” he says.
“So, what’s Purgatory like?” I ask, it’s not everyday you ask your boyfriend about Purgatory. Holy shit I have a weird life.
“Well, it’s not like people think of it, that’s for sure. Purgatory is where all the monsters (as in werewolves, vamps, shifters, leviathans, etc.) go when they die. It’s... it’s... pure.” he replies, staggering at the end.
“You have a crazy life.” I say, smiling. I feel like I have no clue what goes on in his life.
“Says the one who rides cows!” he says, laughing. I laugh too. We stop laughing and look at each other. He pushes a piece of my hair behind my ear, leans in, and kisses me. It lasts longer than I think either of us expected. He pushes me back on the bed, and starts to unbutton my shirt. I stop him, get up, and walk into my bathroom, closing the door behind me. “What just happened?” I think, as I button up my shirt. “Carrie?” he asks. I hear him walk towards the bathroom door.
“I’m sorry, I just...” I reply, still confused and surprised at what happened. I open the door, and he’s standing right there. Less than half a foot away.
“No, I’m the one who should be sorry. I moved too quickly, I should’ve known how you’d react.” he says. The look on his face is so sincere, he looks like a lost puppy. I throw my arms around him and stand there hugging him for what seems like forever.
"I'm pretty tired so," I start.
"Ok." he replies, as he picks me up. He carries me over to my bed and places me down on it. "Goodnight." he says. He gently kisses me on the forehead and walks out.
“Carrie.” Dean whispers, waking me up. He shakes my shoulder so gently, he’s barely touching me. He’s sitting on my bed next to me. I roll over to look at him.
“Yeah?” I say. He almost smiles, then stops. I notice how bright the sun is through the window, and wonder what time it is.
“I found a hunt.” he replies.
“What time is it?” I ask, sitting up.
“A little past noon.” he answers, smiling.
“WHAT!? Why didn’t you wake me up?” I exclaim, getting up and walking over to my closet to find a sweatshirt. “I have to feed the horses and the cows! They should’ve been fed hours ago!” I start digging through my closet for my favorite sweatshirt.
“Relax,” he says, walking over and putting his hands on my waist. “I fed them.”
"You did?" I ask, turning around. His hands are still on my waist, while mine are on his chest.
“Yeah, why do you seem so surprised?" he replies.
“I just didn't think you'd think to." I answer.
“Why didn't you think I would do it?" he asks.
“I'm kidding!" he says, laughing.
“Wha-" I laugh too and he places one hand on my cheek. By now we have stopped laughing. He kisses me and then puts his forehead on mine. " So what's this hunt you found?"
“It's a couple towns away, some people have been disappearing." he replies. "Everything points to it being a Wendigo."
“A... Wendigo?" I say nervously, as I back away from him.
“Yea- hey, are you OK?" he asks, putting a hand on my shoulder.
“Uh, yeah, I'm fine." I answer, not very convincingly.
“No, you're not. As soon as I said Wendigo your face got pale and you backed away."
“Really, I'm fine." I say, trying to convince him I'm fine.
“You look like you've seen a ghost." he says.
“If I had seen a ghost I would be fine." I say.
“Ha!" He exclaims loudly, "So you aren't fine." he finishes quietly.
"Wha- no, wait, I'm fine!" I say, I do feel pretty crappy.
“No you're not." he says. He wraps his arms around me, then almost immediately backs away and looks at me.
“What?" I ask, concerned. He feels my forehead with his hand.
“Holy shit!" he exclaims, "You're burning up!" He has me lie down on my bed and he walks into the bathroom. I hear the water turn on, and then he walks out. He's holding a face cloth.
“I'm fine, really." I say, knowing it won't do any good.
“Stop saying you're fine when you're obviously not." he replies. He places the cool, damp cloth on my forehead. "I'll be right back.” He walks out of my room and downstairs. I figure there's no convincing him I'm fine, so I get comfortable and close my eyes.
When I wake up , Dean is sitting on the edge of my bed.
“How're feeling?" he asks, almost whispering.
“Kinda crappy." I reply quietly. "But I'm fine." I feel so stupid with him taking care of me.
“I don't get it, before I brought up the hunt you were fine. But now you have a fever of 101.4." he explains. I have no clue when he took my temperature.
“Umm... Well..." I start, "It's stupid, just forget about it."
“I can't just forget about it!" he exclaims, "I know why you had that reaction, I just didn't want to bring it up myself." he softens his voice, "It's about your sister, isn't it?"
“How'd you know?" I ask, my voice so quiet I'm surprised he heard me.
“You told me, after Sam and I had our 'disagreement'." he replies.
“Guess I did.” I say, now recalling the time when he came over at one in the morning. He feels my forehead again, surprising me.
"Your fever's gone down." he says.
"That's good." I reply, as I sit up.
"And I know you won't want to talk about it, but something crossed my mind while I was thinking about why you had that reaction."
"What is it?" I ask.
"Well, you told me about how when you were younger and your sister was 4, she was taken by a Wendigo. But you never mentioned anything about your parents." he replies.
"Oh, you actually thought about that?" I answer.
"Yeah, it was a pretty quick thought, but where were your parents when your sister died?" he says.
"They died. My sister was one year old."
"God, Carrie, I'm sorry." he says quietly.
"No, don't be. They deserved it." I reply.
"What? How'd they deserve it?" he asks, surprised.
"My dad, he... drank. A lot." I answer. I pull my shirt up a little, so he can see my back. "And once he was drunk, he would do this." I turn my back to him, and let him look at the scars. I imagine the look on his face.
"Carrie…" he trails off.
"Don't… say… anything." I say, more like asking. He doesn't, and then wraps me in his arms, even though I'm still facing away from him.
"The only thing I'll ask is, how'd they die?"
"… I, don't think you want to know." I say slowly.
"Why not?" he asks, innocently.
"Well… it's… let's just say it wasn't an accident." I reply.
"What do you mean?"
"…I'll tell you, but I don't know how you'll react. We lived in Texas, and my mother died right after my sister was born. After she died, that's when my dad started to drink. I was seven when it happened. He was passed out one morning, after a night of drinking and... you know what else. That night had been worse than usual, for some reason. I went outside, and could tell a storm was coming. I saw the tornado start to form in the distance. And I knew that was my chance to escape. So I took my sister, Kelly, and locked us in the basement. And now he's dead." I finish. Dean doesn't say anything, we just sit there in silence. "Are you going to say anything?" I ask.
"No." he replies, shaking his head. I didn't see him do it, but I knew he did.
"Why not?" I ask, curious why he isn't asking me a ton of questions.
"You already told me everything I need to know." he answers.
"But–" I start.
"Carrie… why'd you tell me that?" he asks.
“Well... you asked.” I reply.
“That’s not an answer.” he says, “I have a feeling you don’t tell everyone about it. So why’d you tell me?”
“Because... because I love you.” I say, truthfully.
When I wake up, I look at my clock. It’s two in the morning. I roll over, and see Dean asleep next to me. I never noticed he was there. I think about last night, I told Dean everything.
“Carrie?” he mumbles, waking up.
“Yeah?” I whisper sweetly.
“I forgot to tell you this last night, I love you too.” he replies quietly. I smile in reply. I place my hand on his cheek, and press his lips against mine. He puts his arm around me, now fully awake.
"I know." I reply, whispering. He smiles. I cuddle up next to him and fall asleep again.
- I wake up to the sound of bacon sizzling. I slowly drag myself out of bed, and walk into my bathroom. I take a quick shower, and get dressed in my black tank top and boot-cut jeans. I take my gun from my bedside table, and bring it downstairs.
"That smells good." I say, walking into the kitchen and putting my gun on the counter, "I didn't know you could cook."
"Yeah, well, I'm full of surprises." he says, looking over his shoulder and smiling.
"Oh I'm sure," I reply sarcastically. He turns back to the bacon and eggs he's cooking. "I have to go and feed the animals, we'll have breakfast when I come back in?"
"Sounds good." he answers. I go outside to the barn. After I feed the horses and put them in the paddock, I go feed the cows. Then I go back inside. "Back in already?" Dean says when I walk in the door.
"Yep, so what's for breakfast?" I ask, wandering over to the kitchen.
"Bacon, eggs, and toast." he replies, sitting down at the counter.
"Yum, what're we going to do today?" I question.
"Umm... I was thinking I should find Sam, but first I need to do a few things in town first." he answers.
"What kinda things?" I ask, sitting down next to him with a plate of food.
"Just... things." he says, finishing his breakfast.
"C'mon, just tell me!" I whine.
"No! I can't." he exclaims.
"Why not?" I ask, putting my now empty plate in the sink.
"...Because." he answers, while he looks in the fridge.
"Whatever, what're lookin' for?" I say, walking up behind him and putting my arms around him.
"Eh, I was just seeing if you have any pie." he says, turning around and placing his hands on my shoulders.
"Mmm, sorry, I don't." I reply, smiling.
"I gotta go." he interrupts, backing away.
"Uh, yeah, of course." I say awkwardly, while I turn to walk into the living room.
"What was that?" he asks, following me into the room.
"Nothing." I answer.
"No, that wasn't 'nothing', you obviously don't want me to go. You realize that I haven't seen Sam in months, right?" he says, raising his voice.
"I know! I just-"
"You what!?" he replies angrily.
"I... I don't know!"
"He's my brother! I want see him after months of being in Purgatory!"
"I know! Just... go! You can take my truck!" I say, aggravated. Dean puts on his leather jacket and walks out the door.
(This section will be in Dean’s point of view)
“I shouldn’t have done that to Carrie,” I think as I drive her truck, “Now she thinks I’m mad at her,” I turn onto the interstate, “But I’m not,” I see the speedometer rising, “I did it so tonight would be more of a special surprise, which reminds me, I have to book a motel room after I find Sam.”
A couple hours later, I show up where Sam is. We are meeting up in Whitefish, Montana. "Sam!" I exclaim, walking up to him.
"Dean! Where the hell have you been!?" Sam questions.
"It's a long story, I'll tell you on the way." I reply.
"The way to where?" he asks.
"Seriously? To Carrie's." I answer.
"Really? You guys are still together?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't we be?"
"You've been missing for a year! How are you still together?"
"How should I know?"
"You've been with her for longer than any other girl!"
"Yeah. And I'm planning on being with her for a lot longer."
"... What do you mean?" he asks.
"Not what you're thinking." I say.
"You don't know what I'm thinking."
"Yeah I do."
"Whatever, I'll find out eventually." he says, as we walk out to Carrie's truck. "Whose truck is this?"
"Carrie's." I say, I see Baby. "Well she doesn't look douched up yet."
"So you're going to take the Impala?" Sam asks.
"You think I'd let you drive her for another minute?" I say, getting into the driver's seat. Sam gets into Carrie's truck and follows me.
Before I pull into Carrie’s driveway, I pull over. Sam pulls over behind me and gets out of the truck.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, walking over to me.
“Nothing. I have to do a few things in town.” I reply.
“What sort of things?” he questions.
“God! Why does everyone want to know!?”
(Back to Carrie’s point of view)
I see Sam and Dean talking at the end of my driveway, and I walk out onto the porch. I wonder what they're doing, so I go and tack up Steve. I ride down the driveway.
“Hey Sam!” I say, ignoring Dean.
“Hey Carrie, how’ve you been?” Sam replies.
“Good, why are you guys pulled over down here?” I ask.
“Dean said he has to do a few things in town." he answers.
"Oh. He said that this morning." I say.
"Why are you guys talking about me like I'm not here!" Dean exclaims. We look at him. "I have to go, so if you don't mind moving?"
"Uh, yeah... sure." I reply. Sam gets in the truck, and I ride back up the driveway. Dean turns the Impala around and drives off. I keep riding, and go on the trail. I ride up to the peak, and sit there for a while. About an hour later, I wake up from a daydream by my phone buzzing. I take my phone out of my pocket, and see that I got a text from Dean; Hey Carrie, I need to tell you something. I'll meet you in the driveway at 7:00. Wear something nice. That's weird. What does he need to tell me that I can't wear my normal clothes for? Or he can't just come over and tell me? I check the time and it's 5:30. I make Steve run back to the house, and I quickly untack him and put him in the paddock. I have no clue what "wear something nice" means, so I text Dean asking what sort of thing I should wear. A few minutes later he texts me back saying; I don't know. I'm taking you to a nice restaurant then I'll tell you something. Alright. I guess that's how Dean asks me on a date. I go to my room and get ready. On my way, I see Sam sitting on the couch on his laptop having a beer. I dig through my closet to find a dress. It's harder than it sounds. I only own two dresses, and they are somewhere in the back of my closet. And I have to wear a dress because the only other clothes I have that fit me are work clothes. After what seems like forever, I find it. It's a knee-length, black, spaghetti strap dress. I don't even know if it still fits me, but I try it on anyway. I walk in front of my mirror and I'm surprised. I still need to do something with my hair, but the dress looks great. I brush my hair and french braid it. In my opinion, I look good. I go downstairs and get a beer. I walk into the living room and flop on the couch.
"You look nice." Sam says, looking up from his computer.
"Yeah." I say, sighing. I take a sip of my beer.
"What's the occasion?" he asks.
"Dean asked me out." I reply.
"... So what's the problem?"
"Well, he was kinda a jerk this morning."
"What did he do?"
"It's a long story, let's just say that everything was fine last night, even at two this morning, then he was a jerk."
"Alright, I don't think I even want to know."
"Haha, very funny." I say, "What time is it?"
“Uh, 6:57, why?” he asks.
“Dean’s picking me up at 7:00.” I reply.
“Then you should head out there.” he says
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” I say, getting up and putting my beer on the table.
“Wow. When did you guys become such a wreck?” he asks, sarcastically.
“Ugh. This morning.” I say, walking out the door. When I walk out onto the porch, Dean’s waiting next to the Impala. He smiles when I come out.
“Hey, uh, how’re you doing?” he asks.
“Good, good.” I reply, nodding. “What are those?” I say, pointing the bouquet of roses he’s holding.
“Oh, uh, these are for you.” he says, handing me the roses.
“Thanks.” I reply.
“So, uh, let’s go.” he says, walking to the other side of the car and opening the door for me. I smile at him as I get in the car. He gets in the other side and starts the car. The beginning of the ride is silent, then Dean turns on the radio. “Let’s have some music, you can pick.”
“OK.” I answer quietly. I flip through the stations and stop at the country station. “Do you mind? I mean, you probably hate country.” I start.
“Whatever you want to listen to is fine with me.” he says.
“No problem.” The song that was playing ended, and another one starts. Didn’t You Know How Much I Loved You by Kellie Pickler starts playing. The rest of the ride is silent, then we pull up in front of a restaurant. He gets out of the car, and walks over the other side to open the door for me. We walk inside, and on the way he opens every door for me. He even pulls out my chair when we get our table, he’s being really polite. It’s really weird.
“That was good.” I say, after we finished our meal.
“Yeah, it was.” he answers.
“So, what did you want to tell me?” I ask.
“Oh, um, I can’t tell you here.” he says.
“Why not?” I question.
“We have one more place to go before I tell you.” he replies.
“Alright, where’s that?” I say.
“I can’t tell you, it’s a surprise,” he says, winking at me while he stands up, “Let’s go.”
“OK.” I say. We start walking out towards the Impala, and it’s a lot colder I thought it would be. But I don’t have a coat. “It’s pretty cold out tonight.”
“Here, have my jacket.” he says, draping it over my shoulders.
“Thanks.” I reply. We get to the Impala, and he opens the door for me before getting in himself. He drives for a while, then pulls into a motel parking lot. “This is your ‘surprise’ place?” I ask, giving him a look.
“Yeah, you’ll see when we get inside,” he says, “We have room 23. I’m gonna go inside first, just to make sure everything is ready, so come in in about one minute, OK?”
“Sure.” I say, confused at what he has to do first in a motel room. I watch him walk inside, then wait for a minute. I open the Impala door, and start walking towards the room. When I get there, I hesitate for a second, then open the door. For a motel room, it’s beautiful. The room is being lit up by candles, and there are rose petals covering the floor. Dean is standing in the middle of the room. “Dean, why’d you do all this? And not just the room, the entire date?” I ask, as I walk into the room.
“I know I was a jerk this morning but, I’m going to say what I need to tell you, so here it goes,” he says while moving closer to me, “Carrie, I love you. I’ve never loved someone as much as you. Never. I’m not going to propose or anything, but,” he hesitates, “Will you spend the rest of your life with me?”
“... Yes.” I say, “Of course I will. I love you.” He smiles. He pushes me up against the wall and kisses me passionately. I kiss him back. He kisses down my neck, then my lips again. He grabs my thighs, lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, tangling my fingers in his hair. Kissing me again, he carries me over to the bed, and sets me down gently. He holds himself over me, with his lips still against mine.
When I wake up, I’m only wearing my bra and the short, black shorts I had on under my dress. Dean has his arm around me, and I can tell he still has his pants on, but his shirt is lying on the ground. Some of the candles are still faintly flickering, but most of them have gone out. There’s no heat in the motel room, and it’s getting pretty chilly. Dean and I are lying on top of the blankets, so I roll over to face him and snuggle up to him, falling asleep again, with my head on his chest.
This time I’m only asleep for half an hour to an hour before Dean gently wakes me up.
“Wake up, sleepyhead.” he whispers in my ear. I slowly open my eyes.
“What time is it?” I ask, whispering. He smiles and softly places his hand on my cheek before answering.
“About nine.” he says quietly. I notice that he has his shirt on now, and he must’ve put a blanket over me while I was asleep. “We should probably get going.” he continues.
“Did you mean it? You know, last night?” I ask.
“Yes.” he replies, understanding exactly what I’m asking.
“OK, now I know.” I say.
“Good, I’ll wait in the car while you get dressed.” he says, standing up. I nod. He walks outside, closing the door behind him. I get up and find my dress on the floor. I quickly put it on, and walk outside. I get into the Impala and look at Dean. “Ready?” he asks.
“Yep, let’s go.” I say. As Dean starts driving, I put on some music. The radio is still on the country station from last night. Angel Eyes by Love and Theft is playing. “Is country still OK? This is one of my favorite songs.”
“Anything you like.” he answers, smiling at me for a second.
“Thanks.” I start singing along. When the song ends, Dean looks at me. “What?”
“I didn’t know you could sing.” he says smiling.
“Are you serious? I’m terrible.” I reply.
“No you’re not!” he says, excitedly.
“Yeah right.” I say.
“C’mon, you’re great!” he says.
“Whatever.” We eventually pull into the driveway, and get out of the car. “So, are we going to tell Sam-” I start.
“Eventually.” Dean says, cutting me off.
“So, what? We’re just going to keep him guessing?” I ask.
“Yeah, why not?” he says.
“He’s gonna think we eloped or something.” I say, jokingly.
“Exactly.” He answers, picking me up bridal style and heading inside. He carries me into the living room and sits down on the couch, with me still in his arms.
“Why are you guys so happy?” Sam asks.
“No reason, we just had a great date.” I reply, now sitting on Dean’s lap.
“Do I even want to know?” he questions jokingly.
“Not that type of great date.” Dean says.
“Then, what sort of ‘great’ date?” Sam asks.
“We just had a great time.” Dean and I say in sync, surprising even us.