whiskey lullaby || closed rp
It had been almost three and a half years since he’d had his weekend fling with Lisa Braeden. After the attack on 9/11, Dean had felt a call to enlist and help out the country, plus the familial pressure from his father who had been in the Marines. He enlisted in the Army, and two weeks before he shipped out, he met Lisa at a bar and they spent the weekend in her apartment.
It was 2004 and he had gotten one of his buddies in intelligence to use his skills and track her down. He’d come up with an address, she’d moved out of Cicero and there wasn’t a phone number or anything else he could readily find. So Dean decided to write her a letter. It was cheesy and maybe a bit of a long shot - who knew what she was doing now, she could be married for all he knew.
March, 3, 2004
Dear Lisa,
I don’t know when this will get to you, the post here is pretty slow to get out, and I know we haven’t spoken in years but I’ve been thinking about you. It’s lonely out here, and hot and my weekend with you was literally the last time I got laid. If you don’t want to talk to me, I get it, and I don’t expect a reply to this if you’ve moved on with your life. Anyway, I guess that’s it. We had fun together.
Dean Winchester
@braeden-winchester
“I’ll be okay…I’ll work this, I promise.” He told her with a small nod.
She nods, kissing him tenderly, “I know. You’re gonna do amazing…”
“With what? The kid or not drinking?” He sighed softly
“Both… but we’ll deal with the drinking first…” she smiles sadly.
“No, this baby, I wasn’t here last time. I’m focusing on you”
“If that helps you stay sober then that’s good...” she says softly, moving his hand hesitantly to her stomach, “I’m 7 weeks... I don’t know exactly when that would’ve been... do you remember? It wasn’t a make up sex night was it?”