Dean couldn't sleep that whole night. Though Camille lay beside him in a deep sleep.
He had no doubt that she was exhausted after almost having went through what she did last night.
He figured Camille wouldn't want to go to school today, and Dean didn't want to leave her alone. Not to mention he was in no mood to go to school either.
After having breakfast with her and laying with her until she fell back asleep. Dean left the house to go get Camille's things.
From his previous life, he knew where the spare key was hidden, he also knew where they kept the suitcases.
Laura's car wasn't there either, so he figured this was a good time to get all of her things.
He walked up the steps carrying a large suitcase. Stepping into the room that had held such a negative effect on him. He used to spend plenty of time there before. And then when she died the last time he'd been there was to get her notebook.
Last night and today was the first time he'd been in her room for a long time. He shook the thought away and walked towards her closet.
He began grabbing all of her clothes off the hangers. Going to her dresser next and getting her jeans and her socks. He did have to grab her underwear, but he was so lost in thought that it didn't even register embarrassing to him.
Besides Camille neatly folded everything so it was easy to pack.
As he zipped up the suitcase and filled a backpack with a few more of the things he knew she loved from before, he seemed he had gotten everything he could and left the room.
As he carried the suitcase down the steps he heard a car pull up. He swore under his breath, but he was sure whoever it was would know it was him anyways, his truck was parked out front.
Dean opened the front door as Laura was getting out of her car. He placed the key back under the rock, and continued wheeling her things to his car.
Laura now walked down the sidewalked seemingly angry.
"What do you think you are doing!?!"
Dean ignored her.
"I'll have you arrested! You think you can go and just break into my house!.
Dean put the suitcase in the back seat and the backpack in the passenger.
Before he got into the driver's side he stood on the ledge and looked at Laura from over the truck.
" Camille knew I was coming here... She lives, or well lived here too, and I didn't break in, I used the key, no forced entry or broken things. Perhaps if you weren't such a shitty mother you wouldn't have to deal with this...."
Laura opened her mouth but couldn't speak. She just watched him pull off in anger.
When Dean got back he took the suitcase upstairs. Camille was still asleep. He unzipped it carefully and then began to put some of her clothes in drawers he cleared out the night before.
He didn't have many shirts in his closet so there was space to hang up her things.
He placed her favorite book on his shelf and her perfumes on top his dresser. The blanket her grandmother gifted her when she was young was folded and at the edge of the bed.
Dean sat near his window looking out as cars rode by back and forth.
Around noon Camille had finally woken up. It wasn't a surprise she slept so long though.
She took in all of her things suddenly being here. She searched around for Dean until she saw him sitting near his window reading a book.
"Dean?" She called.
He turned, promptly closing the book in his hands. He got up and walked over to her settling on the edge of the bed.
Camille was still sort of shaken, and embarrassed by her problems.
But Dean didn't say anything. He just pulled her into a hug and they sat quietly. After a few minutes he did finally speak.
" You don't have to go back there."
Camille nodded and stayed quiet. It was enough for her to sit here in silence. She was content with the love he gave her.