Not Over You ( A Supernatural Fanfic)

Chapter 5: Your Help Is Needed, Old Friend

(A/N: Don't kill me for not updating. Love y'all for being so patient. Here's the next chapter. Enjoy. Lemme know what you think.) 

*Next Morning*

*Dean's POV*        

        I laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling. Sammy's off to college. Dad and I had been hunting since Sam left. Dad's missing now. Cas. I don't know about him. He's everywhere but he's nowhere. 

        Staring at the ceiling didn't help me feel better. I didn't want to let go of the past. Ever. I was happy in the past. I was happy with her. But she wasn't satisfied and I understand why. I couldn't give her that commitment that she was looking for. I wish I'd never let her go.

        My eyes scanned my room and something flashy caught my eye. It was an old photo album. I walked over to the side of my room where it sat and opened it. I sat on the floor and opened it. 

        I sneezed a few times because there was a layer of dust covering it. Just looking at these photographs put me in a state in nostalgia.

         High school. The fair that I'd went to with Sammy, Sophie, and Brandon. And everything in between. Sophie's dad and brother moved to Wichita.

          Noelle moved with them too.Christine. She's still around. Still annoying as hell. Not nearly as beautiful as Sophie.

        Sophie. I bet she's already an EMT like she's always dreamed of. I wish I was a part of her dreams, but I feel that I'd most likely be in her nightmares.

        A lot of things she didn't know could have possibly put her in danger if I'd disclosed them to her whenever she'd asked. My excuse then would have been that I was scared for her, but I can't lie, she was valiant. 

        I looked at one of the photographs. Seriously? What was on this guy's head? Another photograph. It truly captured Sophie's beauty perfectly. I mean we had some crappy camera's back then, but Sophie was and probably still is photogenic. 

        I don't even care that I'm thinking about her like the way I used to. I honestly don't. I don't ever want to say goodbye to her. Her beautiful face. Her laugh. Her smile. Her cheekiness. Her memory.

        She was the good memories. She was the bright light in the darkness of my life. Seeing these pictures brought about emotions that have been bottled up way too long.

        Some tears surfaced and I just wanted to stop them. But they weren't the kind of tears that you could just blink away. These were the long overdue tears that needed to be released or you might just explode. I know that sounds very dramatic, but it was true. 

        Wonder what Sammy's up to. Maybe he'll want to pick up where he left off. We need to find Dad. 

*Sam's POV*

      I'm staying here with my girlfriend Jess. She goes to Stanford. I've got an interview Monday. I'm so excited. 

        "Hey Sam." Jess greeted, sweetly. "Hi." I replied, kissing her lips softly. She giggled. It was an adorable giggle. 

        "You ready for that costume party?" She asked. Oh. I said nothing. She playfully punched my arm. "Sam you promised!" She protested. 

        "I'm just messing with you. Of course I'm ready." I replied, with a cheeky grin. She raised an eyebrow as she looked me up and down. "In that?" She teased.