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15 January 2009 @ 03:00 pm
Fic: Passing Afternoon (Dean/Layla)  
Title: Passing Afternoon
Rating: PG
Summary: Their situation has always been…unique. Layla lived every day not knowing how many of them she had left, and Dean lived every day knowing the exact date and time that his life was going to come to an end.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. A girl can dream, but, alas, that's all it is.
Author's Note: For invisiblelove. Merry (very late) Christmas.



“You dyed your hair,” is the first thing he says. He walks up to her with his hands in his pockets. It was kind of odd, unexpected, but she had gone from blonde to brunette, and somehow looked exactly the same as he remembered her. He has a smile on his face as he looks down at her.

She looks up from her book and smiles. Their eyes meet a few seconds drag on for a very long time. It’s as if they’re seeing each other for the first time all over again. He never thought that would happen. He’s guessing she didn’t either. Obviously.

“You came back from the dead,” she counters.

He chuckles and pulls out the chair across from hers. “Touché.”

“How are you?”

It’s a question that takes him by surprise. But one that he recovers from as quickly as he can and shrugs off. How is he? He has no damn clue how he is, but the last thing he wants to do right now is think about that.

“Doing alright,” he answers. She narrows her eyes at him a bit, but the smile never leaves her face. She’s too smart to believe him, but too kind to push it. That’s my girl. “How about you? You’re looking…”

“Alive?” she suggests. He laughs nervously. Well…yeah. But that wasn’t exactly something you say in polite conversation over coffee. Especially under the circumstances they’re under. Their situation has always been…unique. Layla lived every day not knowing how many of them she had left, and Dean lived every day knowing the exact date and time that his life was going to come to an end.

Until Sam had told him Layla was still alive, he hadn’t honestly been sure.

“I was gonna go with ‘good’,” he replies.

She chuckles. “I do have a sense of humor, you know,” she tells him. “You don’t have to walk on eggshells about the tumor. You never did.” He nods. Okay, he’ll try. He doesn’t know if he’s ever actually tried to be so polite to someone before or after Layla, so it figures in some weird way that she’s the one always telling him not to. “It’s in remission now. I found out when…while you were gone. But it’s still a one day at a time thing.”

Dean smiles and nods slowly. He runs his fingers over the surface of the table nervously. “I, um…” She looks at him, curious but patient. “Sam told me about…well, everything that happened while I was gone, and I just wanted to say thank you.”

“You don’t need to do that-”

“I do,” he insists. “You took care of him.”

“We took care of each other,” she replies, reaching across the table and placing her hand on top of his. She smiles sympathetically. “I can’t imagine what you’ve been through, Dean.” He closes his eyes and tries to wipe his mind clean. It’s no easier than it has ever been. Well, he thinks, when he opens his eyes and looks at her hand, maybe a little now. “But you’re home. It’s time to let it go.”

He swallows hard and looks up at her. “I can’t.” His voice is barely there, and he’s painfully aware now that they’re sitting outside in broad daylight. But he can feel the weight of Layla’s hand on top of his, and there’s something reassuring about that.

“You can,” she replies, assuredly. “I have faith.”

“I missed you.”

She nods and squeezes his hand. “I missed you too.”

“What do we do now?” Dean asks, after a while, because he genuinely feels lost, unsure. There’s so much he has to tell Layla, so much he isn’t sure he can share, and so many unanswered questions. Where does he start? He has no idea.

She smiles, though, the same woman she has always been, even after all she has been through in her relatively short life. She leans across the table and kisses him. It lasts a second at the most, but it feels like drinking cool, refreshing water after a day-long trek through a desert. It feels like she’s right, like he’s home.

Looking him in the eye, she answers, “One day at a time.”
 
 
 
lovetheguyslovetheguys on January 15th, 2009 11:31 pm (UTC)
That was just lovely. I wish Layla would come back to the show, just so we know she's all right.

Love, Robin
Amanda: d/l → closerisis2015 on January 15th, 2009 11:44 pm (UTC)
Thanks. :) I'm glad you liked it.
Fangirlage like WHOA.: SPN // J&M - Way Back Whenhopelessfangirl on January 16th, 2009 04:10 am (UTC)
This is so lovely, hun! You're so good at writing the interaction between these two. ♥
Amanda: d/l → closerisis2015 on January 16th, 2009 04:16 am (UTC)
Thanks hun! I'm so glad you liked it. :)
lover all alone: Supernatural: Dean/Laylainvisiblelove on January 16th, 2009 05:41 am (UTC)
*clutches chest* That was BEAUTIFUL <33 You have her calm, kind, confident voice down absolutely perfectly. Wow. I love where you took my prompt. Thank you so much for this!! *adds to memories*
Amanda: d/l → closerisis2015 on January 16th, 2009 05:53 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm so glad you liked it! That's wonderful. ♥
Starrylizardstarrylizard on January 17th, 2009 02:37 am (UTC)
This is a really sweet little AU. *smishes it* :)

(May I ask out of curiosity, who it is with Jensen in your banner? She looks so familiar, but I'm terrible with such things.)
Amanda: d/l → closerisis2015 on January 17th, 2009 03:04 am (UTC)
She's Julie Benz.

I'm glad you like the fic, thanks. :)