Dean's Best Friend

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I was walking down the sketchy hallway to get off of the plane when a familiar face seemed to pop up out of nowhere. A face who I'd thought I'd never have to lay my eyes on again. I turned my head away and then back, only to have my blue eyes meet his green. He looked exactly the same as he had years ago, the last time I had seen him. He was even wearing the same old worn leather jacket that I hated and when I suggested that he should just replace it, he had gotten mad and stormed out. Since I'd last seen him, the jacket had earned a fair amount of new marks from god knows where, but the brown leather still to this day, suited him perfectly. It showed that he wasn't one of those rich fancy businessmen or a country jerk. He was just, Dean.

His eyes slightly widened. Nobody else would have noticed, but i'm not just anybody. I know him, and he knows that I know him. He tried to play the surprise of seeing me off, but was failing miserably. Like I said, I know him.

I'd spent months with him and in that time I observed him. I learned from him, and I learned who he was, and what he's done. I'm all too well familiar with his job and I guess now by extension, the world. He's taught me so much and for that I am grateful but at the same time I wish he hadn't. There's nothing I can do about it now, it's too late to take it back. There's no going back in time and rewriting what happened. Actually, I have no idea if time travel is possible, maybe I could ask him?

The thing is, monsters are real. All of them, well, with a few exceptions. Bigfoot, the tooth fairy, crap like that isn't real. Things that actually do exist are vampires, ghosts, werewolves, and a whole lot more. Deans the real expert though, he's spent almost his whole life dealing with it. When his mom died by a demon when he was four, John, Dean's father took Dean and his six month old little brother Sam traveling across the country to hunt the evil SOB's down and save people.

I took a good look at his face. He'd aged. I was surprised, but I don't really know what I had expected, it had been years since i'd last seen him and it was stupid to think he would look EXACTLY the same.

He took his hand and dragged it down his face from right under his eyes all the way off his chin. I knew that move too. It meant he was stressed, and when Dean was stressed it had to be something pretty important. I opened my mouth and asked him the first question I'd been able to ask in a while.

"Are you okay?"

He stood still for a second surprised by my words before responding.

"Um, yeah. Uh, what about you, it's been what, like 8 years right?"

"Yeah, something like that." I responded with a small barely there smile. We stood there like that for what seemed like ages before a loud grating voice brought both of us out of our trance with a start.

"HEY, get a move on! Some of us have places to be!"

I reached down to grab my bag so I could move out of the way, but Dean beat me to it and picked it up without hesitation. I tried to grab it back out of his hands but he gave me a look and I dropped my grip on the handel and let him do his thing.

We got out of the way and found some chairs to take a seat in. It seemed like ages before either of us dared to speak. Unsurprisingly, I was the one to open my mouth first.

"So why are here at an airport? I seem to recall you being deathly afraid of flying?" I questions with a small smirk.

He shifted in his seat before responding. "I'm picking up a friend actually."

I looked at him a bit stunned because I knew within his line of work, having friends was a weakness and incredibly dangerous for both involved. He seemed to catch onto the confusion flitting around in my head and he began to explain.