A Good Kind of Different [Destiel]

Chapter 22

They moved Dean to a new unit.

They said it was more comfortable and they needed his room for a new patient.

They gave Sam the things Dean had on his person when they found him.

He came by that day.

Light knock at the door.

"Cas..?" He asked.

I remained silent.

He entered, anyway.

"Cas... they gave me his stuff..."

...

I did not mantain eye contact.

"Uh... well... I thought you should have this." He left something small on the table.

"I'll be going..." He left.

I did not turn around til I heard his car pull away. The familiar gurgling of Dean's baby. The engine purred as he left.

Silence.

Again.

Beep

On the table sat a small envelope which had something encased within it.

I grabbed at it. The seal was already broken. Sam must have looked at it already.

Inside was a notecard. (I could not read his reminders made of illegible chicken scratch.)

And a small, silver ring.

The engraving on the inside of it read: "But, it's a good kind of different."

I held it tightly. My hand folded over it, my eyes closed, I pressed my knuckles against my lips and I cried. The streams of warm, lonely tears ran over my cheeks and I stay that way for seemingly hours on end.

I slipped it onto my finger. I examined it.

I shook like a chihuahua. I had no more tears left.

I decided it was time for bed.

But it's not like I sleep, anyway.

So why do I bother trying?