A/N: This was a request by Anonymous. Thanks so much for requesting!
(Gif not mine)
You stared at the brick wall across from you as you sat on the edge of the mattress, allowing your thoughts to wander. Today marked a year that your life had drastically changed. You would call it an anniversary, but the word didn't quite fit. After all, anniversaries were supposed to be a celebration of something. While you were grateful for Sam and Dean without a doubt, you would hardly call being wrenched fifty years into the future a celebration. Back in 1970, you had created a whole life for yourself. You had a nursing job that you adored. You had a husband. You squeezed your eyes shut, letting out a whoosh of air as the memories came flooding in. David. God, you missed him. The last time you saw him was 1966, the day he left to serve in what was now called the Vietnam War. Maybe this was some sort of cruel divine punishment, but for what, you weren't sure. After a year in this new world, you still couldn't figure out what had brought you here - even with the help of Sam and Dean. And the worst part was that you couldn't go back. Their friend Castiel had said so himself. Something about a time anomaly causing the world to collapse in on itself.
Your cellphone vibrated on the bed next to you, making you jump. You weren't sure you were ever going to get used to the thing. The screen told you it was a text from Sam, saying he was on his way home. You couldn't help but shake your head. Cellphones. How anyone in this world got anything done was a total mystery to you. It was impossible to focus with the damn thing needing attention every waking second of the day. There were some good things about the small device, though. Music, for example. Dean had taught you to use a program that gave you access to practically every variety of music that you could imagine. Personally, you favored the Bee Gees. Their music, in particular, reminded you the most of home. You and David did always have a special taste for them.
The smooth opening notes of How Deep is Your Love poured from your phone, immediately putting you at ease. Although the things from your world brought you a great deal of comfort, they also filled you with a hollow feeling that you weren't sure you could describe even if you tried. Here you were, twenty-nine, and having to relearn everything you thought you already knew about life. There were so many things you had wanted - things you still wanted - and there was no way you could have them now. It had never been the right time for children, but you were hoping you would still be young enough to try by the time your husband returned home. Your eyes grew wet. You didn't want to picture the day David came back. After years of serving his country, he returned to an absent wife and an empty home. And at the end of his life, he had died alone. You thought you had known the pain of heartbreak before, but nothing compared to this feeling.
Dean poked his head into your room, knocking on the doorframe lightly.
"Hey, did you see Sam's text?" You wiped your eyes quickly, but he had already seen the tears. "What's the matter, sweetheart?" After all that had happened in the past year, tears weren't exactly a new thing for you. But no matter how many times you broke down, the Winchesters never took pity on you. They helped you pick yourself back up, and you were stronger because of them.
"David and I..." You swallowed thickly as the words got caught in your throat. "This was the song we danced to at our wedding." And you still remembered that dance like it was yesterday. Dean rubbed warmth into your arm, and you leaned your head on his shoulder. "I miss him, Dean," you whispered. "I miss him like hell." He kissed the top of your head.
"I know you do." Sam and Dean understood. You told them your story, and in return, they told you theirs. They knew the loss of someone you loved so deeply wasn't ever something you would get over or forget. It was something you had to learn to live with. You turned and hugged Dean tightly, hoping he sensed the appreciation you couldn't put into words. "Now, what do you say we meet Sammy in town and get some grub?" Wiping your eyes again, you tried to clear the tightness from your throat.
"Can we finish this song first?" The elder Winchester smiled gently, kissing you on the top of the head again.
"You bet."
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