Supernatural Imagines

Estranged (Separation Pt 3)

Hey.

It takes you over a month. You know that Dean is sorry for lying to you, for trying to force you to leave him, but that doesn't make it any easier to send him one lousy text. The mere thought of letting him back in still shakes you to your core. It seems ridiculous, but every time you think of his face you live those months of internal torture over again. It's agonizing, and sometimes when you're asleep you dream of standing in the darkness and calling out his name, never to be answered.

He responds back immediately, and your stomach twists at his eagerness. You want to take things slow. You need to take things slow.

Hey, Y/N.

You take a minute to reply. Reading the message in his voice and hearing him say your name gives you chills that make your fingers shake.

Happy New Years, Dean.

It's the only thing you can think to say. Sending that first text is a big feat for you, a sort of New Years goal. Now it's 12:03, and you're standing in the middle of a crowd of people, clenching a cellphone like your life depends on it.

"Hey, Y/N!" This rendition of the text doesn't make you nervous, but it doesn't do much to cease the frenzy of thoughts in your head. You turn to see Sam walking towards you with beer in his hand and a big grin on his face. "I didn't know you were coming to this party!"

"And miss Ed drunkenly singing Cyndi Lauper songs on the karaoke machine? Never," you smile, stuffing the phone back into your pocket.

Dean drops from your mind. All the deep, heavy issues you deal with slip away. Just being with your best friend makes everything seem lighter.

Ed shakes his hips up on the small stage, his curly hair a mess and his glasses crooked on his nose.

"Some boys take a beautiful girl
And hide her away from the rest of the world!
I want to be the one to walk in the sun
Oh girls they wanna have fun
Oh girls just wanna have..." Ed belts, jumping up and down on the stage like he's a rockstar. A few boos come from the crowd, but Ed sings on, completely unaware of how bad he is.

You and Sam bust your guts at the sight. It's fun to laugh so hard that you can't breath.

"Do you want to go get some air? It's hot in here," he suggests. You nod, feeling the humidity in the cramped room making you perspire.

"So how was break?" You ask, sitting down on a long, red porch swing outside of the packed house. Sam sits next to you and pushes the swing gently back and forth with his large legs.

"It was good," he smiles. "We flew to Lawrence to visit my parents and had a nice, plain Christmas. Then we landed back here last night so I could drive up to Stanford tomorrow and get my stuff moved in to Jessica's apartment."

"And what's Dean been up to?" You ask hesitantly. Sam smirks and you roll your eyes. "I just want to know, that's all! And you better not tell him I asked."

Sam lets out a low chuckle. "He uh, he's managing."

"What do you mean?"

Sam bites his lip. "I know that he messed up big time. He knows it too. And he's having a tough time dealing with it. I mean, I'm losing you as my roommate and I'm freaking out! I can't even imagine having it his way. If anything like that ever happened with Jess..."