Chapter 25- Voicemails
***CAUTION: this chapter contains violence and some strong language (just thought I'd warn you)**
The hope hit me first that morning, like a delicious wave of emotion rolling over me. The words of the post mortem echoed around my mind, like the exultant lyrics of a song. I didn't even consider the possibility that they had recorded it incorrectly, the idea of Greg alive somewhere had taken over so irrevocably.
I lay in bed smiling until I saw that I would have to get up. I nudged Dean awake and went to have a shower. I couldn't hear his reasonable words just yet: if it wasn't true then I needed to find that out for myself. I wrapped the towel around myself and walked out of the bathroom.
"Dean?" I called. However, the room was empty. I frowned instantly, suspicious that he would be up this early and already downstairs. Usually, if and this is a big if, he was up early he would lounge around my room for longer than necessary before deciding to get dressed.
I dried off, leaving my hair to dry naturally out of laziness. Slowly I began to mentally prepare myself for the conversation I knew i needed to have with Tom. I perceived silently just how much I wanted it to be good news and how much it would cost me if it wasn't.
I walked downstairs like a soldier to war. Stoic, composed and braced for pain.
"Hey" I smiled at Dean and Dad, who was making a rare appearance at breakfast. They stopped talking at once.
"What's wrong?" I asked warily, studying how guarded their expression became at my entrance.
"Nothing's wrong" Dean smiled. "Have you thought about what I said?" He asked. My expression remained composed, but my heart sank that he was saying it in front of Dad. Somehow I knew he was up to something.
"I have" I assented, not bothering to elaborate. Deans expression turned frustrated as he saw he had no where near changed my mind. Nothing but Tom himself could do that now, I realised.
"No work today Dad?" I asked, attempting to distract the attention away from me.
"Hmmm" he said with a mouthful of toast. I grinned as I waited for him to swallow:
"Day off Mad" he said with a smile.
"Mums not off though- I thought you two usually coordinated your time off?" I quieried. He narrowed his eyes at me.
"She doesn't actually know I'm off today" he admitted with a nervous glance towards me. I stifled a grin and looked disapprovingly at him.
"Dad!" I chastised.
"What?" He cried. "I just wanted a day on my own for once. Our secret?" He said. I chuckled:
"Of course Dad" I agreed, smiling.
"You seem happier today" he noted.
"I am" I replied simply. Dean shot me a significant look that I ignored. I chewed my own toast with a pointed indifference, before I glanced at the clock.
"We should get going" I said to Dean. I looked at Dad, struck by a strong flash of emotion that I didn't understand. It felt something like dread.
"Love you dad" I said, pulling him into a fierce hug. He froze in surprise before returning the pressure, patting my back awkwardly.
"Mad?" He asked. "What brought this on love?" He said, voice muffled against my shoulder. That flash of emotion resurfaced and I flinched.
"Can't a daughter tell her dad she loves him anymore?" I replied sardonically, pulling away and blinking rapidly.
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