Who: Ariadne and Dean
What: Ariadne checking in on her big brother and getting a nasty surprise
When: February 16
Where: The Winchester House
Content Warnings: Backstory trauma likely to come up, will update as needed.
Ariadne understood that Dean Winchester was sensitive. He tried to hide it, with his bravado and his easy smile, but she had spent enough time with the Winchesters to know better. And the way she understood Dean, she knew that he was hurting. After all, Castiel and Sam were gone. And they here his heart and soul. Kind of literally. She knew that he needed space. She knew that he needed to grieve.
So she left him alone. A full month, she left him alone. Until one morning, she woke up and realized that he hadn't reached out to her. So it was part of out of concern, part out of a slightly bruised ego that she arrived on his doorstep, carrying a basket of assorted foods she'd traded for, along with one of Sam's shirts that she'd pilfered, holding onto as a kind of way of holding onto him.
Because she was sad too. She just knew that her grief didn't compare to his.
"Dean," she said softly, rapping her knuckles on the door. She could, of course, let herself in. But it would be rude. "Dean, it's Airy. Can you hear me? We need to talk." They'd put off talking long enough. "Dean? I know you're in there." She could smell him.