Beautiful ( a Supernatural DEAN x OC ff)

In All this Confusion

A/N: Super dramatic chapter I know. Personally, I love the drama lol. This will probably be the last chapter in order for a while because I want to hit some other scenes. I've loved this little stream of chapters, though. Also heads up, I'm going to be starting college in a little over a week soooooo chapters will most likely stall for a bit. Hoping to keep them fairly regular, though. Thank y'all for all of your support! I'm still so in love with these characters.

Weeks Later...

"Dean, what the hell happened?" Bobby shouted over the phone. Dean sighed, wishing he could avoid this conversation, but he knew it was inevitable. "Look, I let you slide for a bit. I figured it would all blow over but... Lillian's different, Dean. She healing but... What the hell did she tell you that night?"

"Look, Bobby, it's a little complicated okay?" Memoires flicked through his mind, but he pushed them aside. None of it mattered. He missed her, for certain. But she had screwed up and he needed space for who knows how long.

"Complicated? Dean whatever it was, Sam got over it weeks ago. Meanwhile, you're still out there pouting! You might want to consider how bad it is."

The Winchester parked the car, anger surging. "How bad it is? Bobby, she saw Dad die and she did nothing. She saw Jess! And what did she do? Nothing!"

For a long moment, there was silence. No noise came over the line. Dean pulled the phone back, checking to see if the call was still connected. "You Idjit." The words were so quiet the oldest Winchester almost missed it. "She saw it in a vision?"

"Uh... Yeah."

"You idjit!" This time, Dean had to pull the phone away the shout was so loud. "You absolute idjit! Did you ever stop to wonder why? Why she would just let that happen? Why that is so far out of character for the Lillian you know? You ever stop to wonder about what could have happened while you were gone that made her do that?" The oldest Winchester opened his mouth to respond, but he found the words dying in his throat. "No! Of course, you didn't! Because you were too busy whining! Where are you?"

He hesitated, before electing to be honest. "I'm passing through North Dakota to Montana."

"Wrong answer. Now get your butt back up here and makeup with her before she gets healthy enough to be stupid again!"

Before Dean could respond, a click notifying him of the end of the call. With a sigh, he shifted the gears, pulling out of the parking space. "Guess I'm going home."

***

Bobby set the phone down. He sighed deeply before turning to face the living room. There Lillian was, surrounded by lore books. Her laptop sat on the nearby table, sticky notes attached to the back and the sides. He sighed again as he grabbed his keys. "Lil, sweetie?"

"Hm?" She hummed with forced cheeriness, her eyes not leaving the book in front of her.

"You gonna be okay if I leave for a bit? Sam should be home in a couple of hours, maybe before me."

"Yeah, that's fine," she waved him off. "Go! I'll be fine!"

The father stared one last time. Lillian's attention was still fastened on her research. She barely even heard him closing the door behind him. She had a job to do.

As Bobby stepped outside, he pulled out his phone, dialing Sam's number. "Hey, Sam. I gotta step out for a while, so hurry back, alright? I have a bad feeling about this."