Where Do We Go From Here? ↳ Dean Winchester

Thirty- One

You know how sometimes really traumatizing things happen to you? You know that one person who always always sticks around no matter the amount of insanity your life contains? For me, that person is Jasper. It was so long ago when we met, but I still remember it like it was just yesterday.

Dylan and I went to the park one afternoon since our parents were arguing. We didn't like to be anywhere near the house when they argued.

I was sitting on a swing with my drawing pad in my lap. My brother was sitting next to me, sipping on his drink and staring off into the distance. When I looked up to see what he was looking at, something else caught my attention. Across the park, I saw a sad-looking woman sitting on a red park bench. Sitting next to her was a boy that looked about my age. From where I was sitting, I could just make out the tiny drops rolling down his cheeks. He was clearly upset, and the woman did not look like she cared much at all.

I asked Dylan to hold my drawing pad. As I got up, the boy moved across the park and planted himself against a tree, hiding his face in his hands and probably crying. I slowly walked over to him, planning on comforting him in some way but a little unsure of how to do so.

The shade of the tree wrapped itself around me as I stood in front of him. He mumbled something like, "Go away, mum." I tapped him on the shoulder and he picked his head up, looking at me with his tear-covered face.

"I'm not your 'mum'," I mimicked his accent. "What's wrong with your voice?" I questioned, sitting down in front of him. I had never heard anyone speak like that, but I found it quite interesting.

"I'm from London," he said as he wiped his cheeks and tried to make himself more presentable. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"I- I saw you crying and I thought I would try to cheer you up," I said, taking in his physical features. He had these big blue-green eyes, light brown hair, and a small nose. He was adorable, to say the least. "My name is Riley. That's my brother, Dylan. Over there." I pointed across the park to my brother who was now looking through my drawing pad.

"My name is Jasper," he said, holding his hand out for me to shake. I glanced at it before shaking it hesitantly. "And I like ice cream."

We got a lot of ice cream that day to cheer him up. It worked very well.

Feeling chilly from being in the hospital for so long, I tighten my jacket around myself. It's been almost twenty four hours since I've last slept, though I'm not very tired at the moment. My mind keeps wandering to Dean, which seems pretty selfish since my best friend is sitting right in front of me with an IV hooked up to him. I'm not even one hundred percent sure why he needs the IV, but that's not the point.

Believe me when I say that I am not the type of person to have dirty thoughts or dreams about other people, but lately when I start to think about Dean, I start to imagine us in these heated scenarios. It's kind of embarrassing, considering that he probably does not and will not ever feel the same way. I can't help it, though.

A knock at the door causes me to snap my head up, realizing that I almost fell asleep. Heat rises to my cheeks a little as Dean steps into the room slowly and kind of awkwardly. He doesn't say anything at first, just glances around as if he's looking for something.

"Is something wrong?" I ask, noticing how dry my throat feels. He shakes his head, leaning back and forth on his feet. "Dean." His movements still. "What's the matter?" He exhales deeply as he sits down on the other side of Jasper.

"Just...I've been thinking." I raise my eyebrows as if to tell him to continue. "You know...about us." I raise my eyebrows, wondering why he said that.