Dean gasped lightly, his eyes welling up in what felt like acid tears as Bobby confirmed everything.  He didn’t move, couldn’t move, as he stared at the older man with wide and tortured eyes.  

“You gotta be kidding me…”, he scoffed, his face twisting a bit as a sob left his throat, “All this time?  All this time…”

He clenched his teeth together through another sob, and looked down at his glass, his fingers tapping against it lightly.  He had been with Kenzi off and on ever since Mika had ‘died’.  It was the most toxic relationship he had ever had, but something about it always seemed familiar.  Her kiss seemed familiar.  Her fingers felt familiar.  Hell, even her eyes, as different as they were…felt familiar.  

Sighing loudly, he collected himself, staring at Bobby, “I um…I assume she’s not here, right now.  I think.  I um…I think I want to wait for her.  Enough is enough of this.”

He sat the glass down on the table beside him, and stood, clapping Bobby on the shoulder as he passed him.  It was his way to let him know that while disappointed, he wasn’t angry with him.  He ascended the stairs slowly, the necklace hanging from his hand again as he prepared to come face to face with the woman that was two totally different beings to him.

“C’mon Dean…”, he whispered, as his legs began to get heavier as he walked, a response to a mixture of relief and absolute anguish.