Chapter Twenty-Six

Present Day

I woke up the next morning to find that Dean was already out of bed. The room seemed empty without him. I glanced at the painting on the nightstand, the woman still defiant against the storm after all these years. It made me smile that he had kept it.

The floor was cold to my bare feet as I stumbled into the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet seat was a clean pair of sweats and a plain gray t-shirt. I slid the comfortable clothing on, rolling the waist band to keep the pants up. The shirt smelled like Dean, and I breathed it in, enjoying the scent. I giggled as I realized there was no way he was going to get this t-shirt back. Well, maybe, when it lost that wonderful smell and needed refreshing.

The rest of the apartment was quiet, but I found a pot of coffee ready with a note in Dean's messy handwriting.

Good morning Beautiful,

I didn't want to wake you, but I'm getting breakfast. Creamer's in the fridge.

I love you.

I folded the note and stuck it in my pocket. Even t