Haunting ▹ Dean Winchester [2]

PART ONE ; eleven

      eleven ; time was supposed to make this right again

      I was completely shocked and heartbroken to hear about the act of terrorism that took place in Las Vegas. I can't believe something this horrific as happened once again. I can't even begin to imagine how everyone affected and their families are coping right now. My heart and genuine condolences are with all of you and I hope everyone affected is getting the necessary treatment. If you ever need someone to vent to, know that I'm always here for you guys. 

      Costello regarded his blueberry muffin with a speculative gravity, mulling over the dark blue speckles on the warm floured-bread. The aroma of his influential cologne and coffee beans filled the atmosphere in a comforting manner. There was an indistinctive chatter reverberating through the desolate coffeehouse, a property with frenetic activity that eventually lulled as dusk arrived. Odessa, fatigued from prior occurrences, advised they repose within a public space. Costello, still irked from his visitation with the local emergency room, grudgingly agreed with the suggestion. As if on cue, his enigmatic, hazel eyes tore from the muffin and landed on her disbelieved expression. "I know I've been gone awhile, but certainly staring hasn't become considered normal," He commented, removing her dazed gaze from him. He glanced through the coffeehouses' panel of unclean glass windows, almost uncomfortably. "Remind me, how long has it been, again?" 

      Odessa refrained from visibly rolling her eyes skyward and reached for the sugar across the booth, then for a reflective spoon. "Almost four years," She answered unpleasantly. She poured the pearl-white crystals inside the caffeinated beverage, focusing her attention on the clinking of her spoon against the mug's glass. She didn't mean to stare. She was still convinced he was some vivid holograph, seconds from glitching into nothingness. She smiled grimly. "You know, you never did explain what happened with you. How are you even sitting in front of me?" She questioned. He demanded she inform him of everything that occurred while he was gone, this resulted with a thorough, three-hour long explanation of everything. But he never mentioned his resurrection. 

      He grabbed the blueberry muffin from the table and quickly unraveled the packaging before gnawing on a large piece. "There isn't much to explain," He said, debris of his muffin falling onto his soaked and bloodied blouse. She nearly scolded him for presenting himself so unmannerly. "Woke up in some field and found a police station a couple miles away and that's when I saw your mugshot. I thought the Organization taught you better," He remarked sardonically. "Mail-fraud, credit-card fraud, grave desecration, kidnapping, armed-robbery, and you're a suspect for over fifteen murder cases. What the hell happened?" 

      Odessa grinned into her coffee. "I met the Winchesters," She answered, the caustic beverage traveling across her tongue. A wave of gentle remembrance filled her as she recalled his green eyes, the scattered freckles arranged on his sun-kissed skin, and his disheveled sandy-brown hair. Her appeased smile diminished, a frown taking its place. She would be lying if she said she didn't miss him. Dean was everything that made sense, and she discarded him as if he were nothing. "I fell in love." She added after a moment's pause.