Supernatural OneShots

Never Again

“Is my shift over yet?”, I groan to my best friend, Daisy, who waits tables with me. We work at the only pancake joint in town, so sometimes we’re packed, and sometimes we’re pretty much deserted. This is one of those slow days. We haven’t really gotten a lot of customers today. Also, it’s been raining all day since I woke up this morning. I walked here, and I’m pretty sure that I’m still soaked! I give a plate of pancakes to an elderly man, a regular in this place, and he nods with a kind smile. Since he’s the only customer on my side, I decide to wipe the other tables off, though I know it’s not really going to do any good. Soon after the man leaves, I’ve washed most of the tables, and gotten through about 5 Kansas songs on shuffle mode. Suddenly, one of my earbuds is pulled out of my ear. I blurt, “Hey!”, turning around, already knowing that it’s obviously Daisy. She’s grinning, which confuses me. I raise a brow, asking the silent question, and she replies, “I just scored us a double date with two ridiculously hot guys.” I blink, stuttering, “Y-you did wh-what?” She repeats it, and I shake my head, asking in disbelief, “Why would you do that? You know I haven’t dated anyone since...him…” Daisy replies, “I know but, the other guy said he’d be lonely, so I told him that I had a friend he might like, and he said you sounded awesome.” I roll my eyes, saying, “Show me these dudes, Daisy. I bet they’re not even as hot as you say.” I follow her back to her side, and when my eyes land on them, I freeze. My jaw drops a little, and Daisy says, with a sensible smirk, “Uh huh, sure they’re not that hot.” I stammer, blinking a few times, “I-I-It’s not th-that…” I glance out the window to see that unmistakable car outside in the parking lot.
I know these two.
Memories come flooding back, and I swallow a large lump developing in my throat. I won’t let him ruin me again. Never. I’m smarter than that now.
The younger one’s eyes meet mine, and he glances at his brother. When he turns, and his eyes find mine, his lips just forming my name, as his brows furrow beautifully, I lose it. I don’t hear him say a word. I’m out the door in a flash, with only my apron left for evidence that I’d been there.
With my arms folded against my chest, I walk through the puddles in the parking lot, my boots splashing water up my legs with each step. I stop when I see the car, rain pouring down on my head, making my hair stick to my face. I sniffle, the hot tears rolling down my cheeks, mixing with the rainwater. I’m soaked to the bone, but I don’t care. I’m hurt; I feel like the bandage was just ripped off my entire existence. I tried to get over what happened. It’s in the past. But...seeing him again...it just flipped my entire world upside down. I wasn’t prepared. I thought I’d never see him again. I start walking away from the car, wanting to get my mind clear of everything, when I hear a door open, and feet running through puddles, a moment later.
“Ally!”, the deep voice calls out, shattering my heart like glass.
I can’t turn back, I won’t. Because I’ll only hurt myself even more if I step in that minefield of glass shards. I won’t do it. “Ally, please…”, the voice says again.
I stop walking. Don’t turn around.
“Just hear me out...please…”
I croak, sounding a little sarcastic, “Oh? So you do know what I stormed out for?”
Oops.
It’s quiet for a moment, except for the rain, and the other normal outdoor noises. I hear footsteps seeming to be getting closer.
I blurt, “Get any closer, and I’ll blow a hole in your foot.” The footsteps stop automatically.
He says, “I’m sorry, Ally...I’m sorry.”
I spin around, spitting, “Sorry? Really? Do you know what you did? Do you know how much damage you caused?” He looks down at the puddle in front of him.
I continue, “I waited for you to show up! The whole time I waited for you to appear, and make that night the special night it was supposed to be. But did you come? No! And you know what was even worse? After that, I never saw you again...until now, at least…”
He shakes his head, and I spit, “What? You think you didn’t ruin my love life forever? Well you did, and I’m not going to fall for it ever again...and to think that I may have still loved you…”
He looks at me, water dripping down his face from his hair, and says, “It wasn’t my fault.”
I raise a brow, and ask, “Oh please; who was it then?”
He replies, “My father. He forced me to go with him. I had no choice. I was literally about to leave to go see you when he changed my plans. We were out of the state an hour later.”
I’m in shock by his answer. I never thought about that.
He continues, “That was your Sophomore year, and I was a Senior. Dad never would’ve approved. But that was high school, and we’re both adults now…”
I ask, feeling my tension fading, “Yes, and...why am I seeing you now? As an adult, I mean? Why wait that long to see me again? Do you actually care about me or something?”
He takes a cautious step forward, and I nod a little, just so he knows that I’m not going to shoot him. Why would I? I would at least give him a chance to explain himself, before jumping to conclusions, and shooting his stupid face.
He says, “I wanted to come back and tell you what really happened. Yes, I shouldn’t have waited this long, but...I didn’t have the guts.”
I raise a brow, asking, “To do what? To tell the truth? To show your face again, even though you think I might kill you after what you did to me?”
He shakes his head, then he closes the space between us, with a slight curl of his upper lip. I become almost paralyzed when I feel one of his hands touch my face. I instantly close my eyes as his other hand comes up to my face, his hands now cradling my head. His lips brush mine softly, and I drop the gun, thankful that it wasn’t loaded anyway. One of my hands wraps around his wrist, wanting to keep him there, against my mouth. I completely forget about breathing for a while.
He’s never kissed me before. I mean, when we were together in high school, he’d always kiss my forehead, my cheek, or something along those lines. Never on the mouth like he’s doing right now.
I smile into the kiss, the noises a bit more intense because of the rain.
He whispers, pulling away a little, “Did you get that...or should I repeat it?”
I shake my head, giggling a little, as I reply, “Could you tell me again?”
He grins, looking even more gorgeous than I remember, but it’s the same smile. He’s still Dean. We both have been through a lot, I can tell, but if we have each other, we’ll be fine.
I giggle at him, as he leans down to kiss me again. Things are starting to feel okay for me.