Destiny ~ Dean Winchester (love story), part two

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xKeza POVx

I really, really wanted to be alone with Cas right now. He asked me what it felt like to kiss someone and I had asked him what it felt like to kiss an angel. I had wanted this moment with Cas for so long, but now it felt like it was slipping away. It wasn't just about the kiss anymore; it was like a promise of something more—something I was craving. But how could I think about that when Lia was in the back of my mind, gnawing at my thoughts like a splinter I couldn't pull out?

I was worried about her, even though I knew she wouldn't appreciate that I was. But I just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

When I finally found her, my suspicions were confirmed: Lia stood there right in the middle of the room, a bunch of pictures laying on the ground. She didn't move, God knew for how long she had already stayed like this before I came in. The room was dim, lit only by the flicker of a lone lamp in the corner. The pictures on the floor lay haphazardly, as if they had fallen like leaves in a storm. The silence was thick—too thick—like the air was holding its breath along with Lia. Even the clock on the wall seemed to have stopped ticking.

"What's wrong babe?", I asked and she twitched at the sound of my voice as if she only now registered that someone entered.

"My...eyes are bleeding.", she explained in confusion, looking up at me. Tears were streaming down her face like a waterfall, her bottom lip shivering. Fuck, I wasn't the right person to comfort her. Should I get someone else? Was I a bad person because my first instinct was that I couldn't deal with this alone?

She was the strong one and this, this looked like a breakdown. Lia's hand trembled as she raised it to her face, wiping her cheek slowly, like she was afraid the tears might be something else. She blinked, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion, as if her body were betraying her in a way she didn't understand.

When she cried, it was a horrific, violent sound. I've mever, ever seen her cry. Silent at first, and then the silence would shatter into the jagged inhale of a sob, like she was suffocating herself and her body rebelled for air. It sounded like a wound tearing open.

"Lia. Hey, Lia. You're just crying.", I told her, not really knowing what to say, not really understanding what seemed to upset her so much. She lightly touched her cheek, looking at her finger and seemed almost surprised that the liquid on her finger wasn't red. "Lia, you're okay," I repeated, but even as the words left my mouth, they felt hollow. I wasn't sure I believed them. She was crying, yes, but this was more than that—this was something unraveling inside her, and I didn't know how to put it back together.

Lia smiled, still crying, but it seemed to have turned into happy tears. "I- I haven't been able to cry since I lost my memory, so this.. this feels kind of liberating."

"What the fuck happened?"

"It's kind of a long story. And also pretty fucked up."

"Girl, I brought the Wodka."

This time her lips curled into a real smile. She grabbed the bottle, taking a few gulps before she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"So.. My memories are back."

xxx

This conversation might last longer, might mean more than every single word we've ever shared before combined.