West sighed at the empty road in front of her. Dean wasn't there as expected. He was supposed to pick her up but he wasn't there. She didn't know where to go. Where could she go when she had nothing on her but the clothes on her back? The plastic bag in her hand didn't contain anything useful. Just something of sentimental value to her. Letters that had kept her warm and sane for two years inside that place.

"Well, feet, let's see what you can do," she mumbled.

She started walking. There was nothing else she could do. She continued walking away from the prison, her home for the past two years, until she reached a town. She walked into a bar and up to the counter.

"Can I use your phone?" She asked.

The man behind the bar eyed her up and down before nodding his head and placing a phone on the countertop.

"Make it fast," he said.

He didn't move away to give her privacy. She didn't have any room to argue. She dialed Dean's number and waited for him to pick up his phone. The voice that came through was not Dean's though.

"Dean's phone," he said.
"Roman?" She asked.
"West? Hey, baby girl, how are you?" He asked.
"I got out," she answered.
"Was that today?" He asked confused. "Dean didn't tell me."

She wasn't even surprised. Nothing about Dean surprised her anymore. She had learned the real man hiding behind the false facade she had been dating before going to jail.

"Can I speak to him?" She asked.
"He ran out to get more beer. Apparently he left his phone behind. We're having a party at my house. You should totally come," he said.
"I'll see if I can catch a ride," she said.
"Take a cab. I'll pay for it when it arrives," he said.

She hung up and mumbled a thanks to the man for letting her borrow the phone. She went back outside and started walking. She wasn't gonna take a cab and start her first day in freedom by having Roman pay for her. She could walk. Sure, it would take hours but she would eventually get there. And she could always try and hitchhike. At least that would be free.

After an hour of walking, she got lucky. A guy picked her up and he was heading to the same town. He was a nice guy who small talked about everything and nothing the entire time. She let him talk so she wouldn't tell him the truth about where she came from. He drove her all the way to Roman's house.

"Thank you," she said.
"You're welcome," he smiled. "It was a pleasure meeting you."

He took off again. She hadn't even caught his name. She turned around and looked at Roman's house. The front door was open. Music and happy voices reached her. Inside that house was a world she had been gone from for so long. She wasn't sure she fit in anymore. She walked up the driveway and stepped inside his house.

"West!" Roman yelled.

He spotted her before she spotted him. He was in front of her within a second. He grabbed her face and studied her with a smile. Her dark green eyes were still the same. Her auburn brown hair had gotten longer since she hadn't had a haircut in two years.

"It's so good to see you," he said.

He pulled her in for a giant bear hug. The first human contact she had had in two years if she didn't count other inmates or prison guards pushing her around. It felt so weird and still so good. She moved her arms around him too and just enjoyed the long, warm hug he gave.

"West?" Dean asked.

Roman and West broke the hug and looked at Dean who looked confused. He shouldn't be confused. He knew she got out today. He had promised over the phone to pick her up. Clearly it had been an empty promise. By the way he looked, he had been expecting her to disappear and not show her face again. As if she had anywhere else to go.

"You didn't pick me up," she said.
"I forgot," he lied.
"Bullshit!" She raised her voice. "You promised to pick me up. You fucking promised, Dean."
"What the hell, Dean?" Roman asked. "Why were you so adamant that I'd throw this party if you knew she was getting out today?"

West could put the pieces together quicker than Roman. Of course Roman didn't know everything. All he knew was that she had been drunk driving and killed someone. She got two years for that. Roman didn't know the full story.

"Do they even know?" West growled at Dean. "Do they even know the truth?"
"Go back to my house," Dean said.
"I just did two years for you! Two fucking years, you asshole!" West yelled.
"We'll talk about it back at my house!" Dean yelled too.

West sneered at Dean before turning on her heel and walking back out of Roman's house. Roman stood there with his mouth open and slowly turned to look at Dean.

"What did she mean by that?" Roman asked.
"Nothing," Dean said.
"She said she did two years for you. What did she mean?" Roman continued.
"I said nothing!" Dean snarled. "Are we gonna fucking party or what?"
"No, I'm shutting this party down," Roman said. "You're gonna go home and talk to her. She's your girlfriend and she just got out. You can't let her be alone today."
"Sometimes you're such a shitty friend," Dean mumbled. "Fine! I'll go!"

Dean stomped out of Roman's house. Roman sighed and walked back into his living room to shut the party down. What had been a fun day just minutes ago had suddenly turned into something weird and he wasn't entirely sure what to think of it. For now all he could do was shut down his own party that Dean had made him host. Hopefully Dean would call him later to let him in on more details.