WHO: Dean Winchester; OTA WHAT: Arriving in Los Angeles WHEN: Morning. Early. WHERE: City outskirts to the heart of the city. RATING: PG STATUS: Progress! WARNING: Spoilers...just in case people who haven't seen the series want to jump on in. :D
He'd come there intentionally. Some part of him wanting to give Sam the time to...adjust. To get used to not having him around in his life. He wasn't going to be there forever, after all. His green eyes adjusted to the darkness of the motel room he was currently staying in. Los Angeles. He remembered joking about coming down for a vacation there, hell...he still sort of wanted to do that. He'd lived his life. Been the hero of the story and now? Now he was continuing what he had been doing for years previously. He didn't want the apple pie, white picket fence, 2.5 kids sort of life. Not even if he was dying in a couple months anyway. Dying and going to hell.
Things could be worse? He could be leaving Sam where that demonic son of a bitch still walked around. Still tried to get his baby brother to lead his "army". The realization of all that crap piled up on each other and the fact that he, himself, was in denial now was clearly a cry for help. Even though he'd left his help behind in some motel. Carefully and quietly. He slapped his hand over his face with a huff.
"Idiot." He muttered to himself, running his hand down his face before sitting up in bed. Without Sam in the room? He just couldn't find that he could sleep. So. This would be Dean Winchester grabbing all his stuff even before the crack of dawn; packing it up and heading on out. Sliding into his girl and running his hands, nearly lovingly, along the leather covered steering wheel. Sure, this is what Sam would be getting after he died. His legacy. But that meant he wouldn't be alone. Right?