Lisa Braeden:
One day he’d have to explain why things ended up the way they did. Once Cas lost his grace and the angels fell Dean knew that nothing they did was forever. Lisa wasn’t someone-- not just some other girl that he tossed aside. She was special and he cared... Cared so much he was willing to walk away to protect her.Â
Ending up in this town on this night had to be some sort of sick justice. Dean made his way to the bar. That was the only way he was going to find any reprieve from the thoughts and guilt that filled and surrounded him.Â
Thank god the place was dark-- the less he had to look at other people the less he’d be reminded of just how damaged he was. But, then he spotted a familiar head of brown hair. As she turned Dean looked away thankful that the bartender was delivering his drink at that moment. Maybe she wouldn’t see him-- then again that would be good luck.Â
âťťThanksâťž he muttered to the bartender as he pulled his wallet out of his pocket to pay.
