When Dean had shown up at her door a few weeks ago, the look on his face had haunted her. Something was wrong. So wrong that Dean felt there was no choice but something that she knew was going to be the death of him.
That fear was still deep in the pit of her stomach as she sat in the living room reading when the sound of the car pulled up outside again. She was on her feet when there was a knock at the door.
For a moment she feared the worse. She feared that it would be Dean's brother coming to confirm that Dean was gone. That the prayers at night as she knelt beside Ben's bed with him went unanswered and there was no last chance to have him come back.
But as she opened the door, relief settled across her face. Fear though, because he looked so haunted in his eyes, both which had a few bruises to match the cuts on the rest of his face.
"Hey, Lisa," he said softly. He watched her for a moment, unsure really of what to say to her, but he had to get himself in the door. "Was wondering if it was too late for that beer."
Dean nodded, before making his way inside. His eyes scanned the entryway of the house before turning around to face him again, giving her a small smile. "Really is a nice place."
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That fear was still deep in the pit of her stomach as she sat in the living room reading when the sound of the car pulled up outside again. She was on her feet when there was a knock at the door.
For a moment she feared the worse. She feared that it would be Dean's brother coming to confirm that Dean was gone. That the prayers at night as she knelt beside Ben's bed with him went unanswered and there was no last chance to have him come back.
But as she opened the door, relief settled across her face. Fear though, because he looked so haunted in his eyes, both which had a few bruises to match the cuts on the rest of his face.
"Dean?"
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