Fallen [Dean Winchester FanFiction]

II

Two

Dean stood there before her at a complete loss for words. The confirmation of her presence was something he didn't know how to react to. It'd been so long since he'd last seen her, yet here she was now, beautifully aged, but still resembling the young, innocent girl he'd cared for so long ago.

All those memories—the good times they had, the things they'd done—resurfaced from deep within his subconscious and flooded his mind with a series of emotions he couldn't comprehend.

"I thought I'd never see you again," Dean admitted. His brows furrowed. "After the case was solved, you...you got up and left without even sayin' goodbye."

Alaine wasn't sure, but she felt like she could sense a hint of resentment in the words he'd spoken.

The day she disappeared, she hadn't bothered to even say a word to Dean. Everything had happened so quickly. Her father had gathered both her and her brother's things in the middle of the night, leaving her with only a small window of time to sneak into Dean's room to say goodbye. Although the thought had crossed her mind, she couldn't bring herself to do it. It would've been too hard for her to part ways with him after what they'd gone through. She'd been scared, and ultimately chose to walk away without so much as leaving even a small note behind. To Dean, it'd been as if she'd vanished from the face of the earth, and she could clearly see the repressed anger in his eyes as he regarded her closely.

"I'm sorry," she offered in sincerity. "It was so sudden. I...I didn't know how to say goodbye to you, so I just left."

"You just left? Just like that?" A humorless chuckle evaded Dean's mouth. "You know, friends don't just leave their friends high and dry like you left me."

"Dean. Come on, man. Don't turn this into a fight."

Glancing over at his brother, he cast him a stern glare. "I ain't tryin' to, Sam, but you can't tell me this don't piss you off."

"Okay, so maybe it does," Sam admitted. "She said she was sorry, and to be honest, that's good enough for me. We haven't see in her in, what, nineteen years, and the first thing you want to do is start an argument? Seriously, man?"

"All I want is an explanation," Dean said, turning to face her again. "That's it, 'cause I spent too damn long wondering what the hell I could've done wrong for you to just go like that."

Sadness churned in her chest. "You didn't do anything, Dean. My dad..." she paused, her gaze falling to the floor. "He grabbed up all of our stuff in the middle of the night. We hardly had time to get ready. I wanted to go to you. I just...what was I supposed to say? You were my best friend. How could I say goodbye to you?"

Dean scoffed. He shook his head, his eyes looking away to stare at the wall. The muscle in his jaw clenched as his stomach knotted.

"You know what?" he'd spoken up, refusing to now meet her gaze. "It's fine. Let's just leave it at that."

Confusion etched itself across her face. She watched his expression harden into this unreadable mask. Without another word, Dean chose to walk away from the convsation. He made his way across the room, his hands moving to grab up his long, double-breasted pea coat from the back of a chair.

"Dean," Sam called. "Where are you going?"

He didn't bother to turn around and face his brother. "I need some air. I'll be back later."

"Dean, wait." Alaine moved from her spot in the center of the room and shuffled towards him.

"You don't have to say anything else, alright? It's cool." He turned in time to catch a glimpse of her dismayed expression before sliping out of the room and letting the door fall shut behind him.