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[fanfic-from-a-67-impala]

Imagine running into Dean after you left during an argument weeks ago

“I know,” you say. “I should’ve called.”

“What happened?” he asks, eyes anxious.

You sigh, crossing your arms over the sticky bartop. “I needed some time.”

“Time for what?”

“To...” you flounder for the right words. “To figure things out, I guess.”

“Figure things out?” he repeats. “Look, I’m sorry about... all of it. What I said, I didn’t mean it—“

“I know you didn’t.”

He raises his hands in the air, then drops them back at his sides. “Then, why?”

You take a deep breath and exhale, recalling the words you have been practicing in your mind for days.

“You know I love riding with you and your brother,” you begin.

“Yeah,” he says, “we’ve had some good times.”

You nod. “But I used to be my own person, you know? I used to hunt on my own, drive on my own, do everything...”

“I told you, you don’t have to anymore,” he says.

“I know,” you say. “But lately, I’ve been feeling like—yeah, I do.”

He draws back, hurt.

“And not because I think you won’t be there or that I can’t depend on you,” you assure him, “so much as, I don’t want to.”

“You don’t want to?” he repeats back, as if trying to make sense of the words in his mind.

“You’ve always rolled with your brother, and that’s great, but the team thing? The partner thing? That’s not me.”

You reach a hand to his face, but he pulls away.

“Hey, I get it,” he says, not meeting your eyes. “You gotta go... live your own life.”

“Dean—”

“You should go.” His voice is deeper now, stern.

You want to tell him you love him, that he’s a great hunter, but that you’ve never felt more vulnerable than when you were hunting with him.

It wouldn’t help him, though. It would only help you.

You slide off the bar stool and, with your feet on the ground, pause to press your lips to his cheek.

He still won’t offer you a glance, but you feel him take a shaky breath.

“See you around, Dean,” you whisper.

You leave the bar, not checking to see if he watches you walk away.

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