Episode: Season 7 - Slash Fiction Pt. 3

The sheriff and the coroner were able to cover up this whole mess with the Leviathans, thank goodness, after we'd saved their lives. We were on the pier now, getting ready to dump the heads of the Leviathans down into the deep, murky water below. Well, Sam and I were about to at least - Dean was just propped up against the hood of Baby, staring off into the distance. He'd been out of it ever since they'd broken me out of the interrogation room. It was...unnerving to say the least.

"You sure you wanna dump these things? I'm thinking they might come in handy down the road," Sam was saying, glancing down at the heads wrapped up in plastic Walmart bags in the trunk of the car, "What do you think? ... Hey,"

I glanced up to see Dean ignoring Sam and I sighed before stepping over to him.

"What? What is it? Talk," I pressed him, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder reassuringly but he only shook me off, making a twinge of hurt rise up inside of me.

"Nothing," Dean shrugged, giving us both the cold shoulder.

"Well, that's convincing," I rolled my eyes at the older Winchester, "Look, did Monster R Us give you a hard time or something? I'll admit, they were kind of jerks,"

"Okay. You really wanna know what's wrong?" Dean finally conceded, meeting my eyes as well as Sam's who'd been watching our exchange.

"Yeah. Yeah, you know my motto: Here to help," Sam smiled back at him reassuringly.

Dean glared daggers at Sam, his green eyes like ice.

"Here to help. Kind of like you helped Parker back in '98?" he shot back angrily at his brother.

The smile dropped from Sam's face and I paled, feeling my stomach twist in anxiety. How did he know about that?

"Who told you that?" I asked in a small voice and he turned on me, eyes like fire.

"Does it matter?! How long did it last between you?" he bit out, making me shrink back slightly.

I swallowed down the lump that had formed in my throat before whispering, "Seven months. But Dean, it's been over for a long time!"

"Seven months?!" he scoffed, shaking his head before continuing, a venomous tone lacing his voice, "What I wanna know is why you didn't tell me, Parker! You or Sam!"

Briefly, I squeezed my eyes shut, sucking in a deep breath before I spoke.

"Listen, Dean-" I began to say but he interrupted me.

"Don't-don't lie to me again," he cut me off, every word like a knife to my heart, "No, don't even talk to me."

His candy-apple green eyes met my brown-eyed gaze that was filling with tears, the words getting stuck in my throat.

A scoff left his lips and he nodded, "Yeah, I can't,"

Suddenly, he snatched up his suitcase from the backseat and I felt my stomach drop.

"You know what, guys? I can't," he shook his head, starting to walk off down the pier.

"You can't what?" I called after him, racing to try and catch up.

"I can't talk to you right now!" he shouted before spinning on his heel to face me, towering over my tiny frame, "Parker, I can't even be around you right now,"

His words felt like a slap in the face and I flinched, taking an involuntary step back.

"Okay, so?" Sam challenged his brother from where he stood beside the car but I could hear the sadness behind his tone.

"So I think you both should just go on without me," Dean told us seriously.

It felt like all the air had been knocked out of me, my heart pounding in my chest erratically as slowly, Sam nodded to him. But me...I couldn't even make a sound. It was like my throat was closing up, the emotion choking the life out of me.

"Go," Dean ordered me, his eyes landing on my crying, shaking form.

"All right," Sam nodded before his hazel eyes met those of his brother, "Sorry, Dean... Come on, Parker."

But I couldn't get my feet to move on - like I was rooted in place as I watched the love of my life walk away into the distance...without me.