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Dean was allowed to ride in the ambulance with John as they tried their hardest to resuscitate his father.
When Sam and Jess arrived, John had been pronounced dead for about a hour before Dean had dialed 9-1-1. " He most likely died in his sleep. " The doctors reassured the brothers as Sam comforted a crying Jess.
Dean, well, he felt numb.
HE was supposed to take care of his dad.
HE was the one responsible of keeping an eye on him.
Therefore, it had to be HIS fault his father died.
" Dean, I know you. You're blaming yourself. " Sam's voice was quiet when they arrived home. Dean didn't look at his brother; if he did, Sam would see that guilt Dean desperately tried to forget about. " You not answering just proves my point, Dean! There's no way you could've known! " Jess had fallen asleep on the small love seat in the living room and even she jumped awake at Sam's tone.
" It is my fault! I'M the one responsible for him after YOU left us! " Dean's anger was coming off him in waves. He immediately felt guilt as the words left his lips and Sam was quiet. He only stood and gestured for Jess to come with him.
Jess was blatantly confused, even asking Sam what had happened. Of course, he was way too angry to respond and they left with a bang of the screen door.
Now, Dean really was alone.
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The birds sang their happy songs along with the croaking crickets early that next morning. Dean couldn't take being alone in that home; it was unbearable. He left at five am, only with the clothes on his back and his phone. Sam had said, before the argument, that he would contact Dean with funeral arrangement.
Walking through the woods was somewhat calming.
Hearing the birds once again made things more real. Their small chirps were soft enough that Dean could think. But what was there to think about? His father had been the only think on his mind and the reason he came out here was to think about something other than that.
It took just a few minutes to get to the place he was looking for. He'd found this little meadow not long after he took the job at Bobby's. Granted, he was lost but he was also glad he was.
It was small, pretty green grass and tulips blossomed probably even more each time Dean visited the meadow. It was beautiful and like his own little alcove.
That was, until he spotted a coat near the field. When Dean inspected further, it was familiar tan color he'd seen once before.
" Am I invading your meadow? "
Dean quickly shifted, and those damn blue eyes were sparkling with an unknown emotion from far away. " No! God no, you can stay here and I can leave. " He cleared his throat as those eyes seemed to travel over his attire. Dean wore only a white T-Shirt and sweatpants with an old pair of tennis shoes.
" Why don't we just stay together? "
Dean blinked in surprise. Never did he think this would happen, hell, he thought he'd never see those blue eyes again. " If you're okay with hanging out with a guy in sweatpants. " The smile that spread over his face lifted Dean's spirits some what.
He made his way towards Dean before plopping down onto his trench coat. Dean joined him, his legs up so his elbows could rest on his knees as he looked out towards the sky.
" Do you come here often? " When Dean looked back to the guy next to him, those eyes were already looking at him. His stomach curled as he nodded. " Yeah, I found it when I got lost in those woods one night. "
" I just recently found this yesterday, after I left the little bar. " Dean was looking at a cardinal that had perched on the tree limb nearby. " I just moved here from my pushy parents. " Dean quickly looked towards the guy. " Understandable, man. But they mean well. " He looked towards Dean, his eyes so bright Dean looked away.
" My name is Castiel. "
" Name's Dean. "