All I Want ∆ Dean W.

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I stared at the so called "man". He was wearing the same denim jacket I got him for his birthday.

He stood up and my eyes followed him to the door before he walked out of it Sam followed soon after. He left. Again.

I felt as if I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I couldn't breathe. Wait, I can't breathe. Did I take my medicine today?

My heart began to pound in my chest. I tried to inhale, but no air filled my lungs. My chest was moving a mile a minute.

"Wyatt? You okay?" I could hear my dad who was behind me. His voice had some type of echo. I tried turning to him, but the room began to spin and then black.

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I awoke with a gasp. I looked around to see my dad; Cody and Dylan crowded around me.

Memories flashed through my head, and sobs began to rack through my body. I scrambled to get away from the couch.

Dylan tried to pull me into his arms, but I pushed him away and curled up a corner. I was hit with a sense of deja vu.

This had happened before only 5 years ago on August 23. Also known as the day he left me.

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I could hear their whispers as they plan what they could do about my...state.

As if I'm some kind of worn out couch they're trying to get rid of. Next thing I knew someone was crouching down in front of me. He was the guy that was sitting next to Dean before. He had brown hair down to his shoulders and green eyes.

"Hi Wyatt." He said with a small smile. He reminded me of a puppy. "Bobby told me you're his son. I'm assuming you came to visit him?"

I nodded wiping a stray tear off my face and sniffled. "I hadn't seen him for so long."

"Bobby or Dean?" He asked. My eyes drifted to my lap.

"I thought that if I saw him again; the only thing I would want to do is hurt him for hurting me, you know, but now that I see him..." I sighed. "Is he still here?"

"No. I think he went to one of the bars close by."

"Oh. He left. That's surprising." Sarcasm dripped from my words. I looked back up at him. "Look Sam, I'm gonna go out and get wasted, so I can hopefully forget this day." I said getting up feeling everyone's eyes on me.

What I'm thinking of doing is a very bad idea obviously, but what do I have to lose?

I want Dean to hurt and not be able to do anything about it.

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I drove until I saw Dean's Impala 67 outside of a bar. I smirked pulling into a driveway close to his.

I've used this plan before. Whenever I was mad at Dean for caring more about his so-called "family business" more than his actual boyfriend. That was 5 years ago, so it's not the same.

Is the dumbest thing ever?

Yes.

Should I have just taken my medication, especially since I just blacked out and shut down?

Absolutely.

I bit my lip getting out of the car shivering a little in the small amount of clothing. Thinking over everything one more time; I walked into the bar. Well. Now I know why the bar was called Woody's.

I searched the bar with my eyes to only see men along with teens who probably had fake IDs stuffed in their back pockets. My blue orbs stopped on Dean Winchester. He was hunched over the bar, swirling whiskey around in his glass.

I sighed sliding onto the seat next to him. He glanced over to me then back to his glass.

"What are you doing here, Wyatt?" He asked his voice gruff.

"I'm here to visit my dad." I told him before flagging down the bartender and asking for a cosmo.

"You know that's not what I mean. I meant why are you here, next to me, in this bar?" He turned to me with his eyes hard.

I looked down at my lap. "I need some closure, Dean." It hurt to say his name. He chuckled dryly. I sipped on my cosmo. "You look like you haven't slept in days."

"Why do you care?" He asked me.

"Oh. I don't. I'm just stating observations." My head shook. "Anyway, if you'll excuse me, that guy has been cruising me since I walked in, and I want something good to come out of this night." I downed my cosmo and walked over to the man.

"Hello there." He grinned.

"Hi." I smirked. "You've been watching me all night."

This guy was very attractive, yes. He had brown hair and dark eyes. "I'm Brian. Brian Kinney. You must be new around here. I've never seen you."

"Yeah. I'm just visiting my dad. My name is Wyatt by the way."

Just a little later we were standing close with me leaning against one of the walls. A blonde boy came over.

"Brian, can we get home? We have a meeting tomorrow at 6am, and it's already 12." The boy asked him. Brian turned to him sighing.

The way they looked at each other. It's the way Dean and I used to-

"I'm a bit busy right now, Justin." Brian told him. I bit the inside of my cheek before making my decision. I slid from in front of Brian.

"Not anymore." I said. "Make sure he's on time for that meeting, Justin." I smiled softly at the boy before walking back over to the bar next to Dean.

"Something go wrong?" He asked a hint of anger in his tone. The emotions from earlier came swirling back like the whisky in his glass. He face softened when he heard me let out a small hiccup.

"I don't know why I came in here." A tear slipped onto the bar. "I guess I wanted to make you jealous like I used to do when I was mad at you." I shook my head. "It's not the same now though, is it?" He stared at me.

"Because now I'm not just mad at you, Dean. I am furious. I am furious with you for thinking you could just leave me with a note on a ripped off piece of paper with only the words, 'I'm sorry. I love you.' then go on some 5 year fucking bender, most likely for for 'family business'" I made quotation marks with my fingers. "Like this is some kind of goddamn romance movie."

He sighed but didn't say anything, so I kept going. "And I am furious with myself for the fact that I loved you."

Hurt flashed in those beautiful green eyes at the past tense. He bit his lip before finally talking.

"Wyatt. I need to tell you what the family business actually is."

*tongue noises*