Dean x Reader
As the last of the vampires falls to the floor, I take a step back to watch his head roll. Sam is slouched over against one of the wall, catching his breath. I turn back to where I last saw Dean, finding a body collapsing to the floor with a groan. I hear Sam shout my name but I ignore him in favour of running across the room. I can hear my heartbeat echoing in my ears as Sam’s shouts fade from my hearing. Kneeling beside the body, I roll him over, my lips mouthing a silent pray to anyone who can hear me. Briefly squeezing my eyes down, I open them slowly before looking down at the face of the body.
Dean’s half closed eyes are looking back at me, his skin losing it’s warm underneath my fingers. Pressing my fingers to his neck, I desperately search for a pulse but I can’t find one, not even a faint rhythm. A strangled sob slips from my mouth as I double over, pressing my face against his shoulder, tears falling from my eyes. Whispering his name, I choke back a sob in favour of a scream to the heavens, my voice muffled by his shirt.
Clenching his shirt in my fists, I break down, whispering his name over and over as my tears blind me. “You promised not to leave Dean. You fucking promised me! Why would you do that, why did you do that? I need you Dean! Please come back!” I cry, jerking away from Sam’s hand as he sets it on my shoulder in an attempt to give me a comforting gesture. “You can’t leave me Dean, I need you. And you promised; you promised not to leave so please come back!” Squeezing my eyes shut, I shake my head, tears streaking my cheeks.
But he’s not coming back. His chest isn’t raising or falling. His eyes are dull and lifeless and I can’t stop my tears. Draping myself over his body, I find myself still praying, praying for someone to hear me and bring him back, bring Dean back. To Sam. To me. But still there’s nothing. Sam is still calling my name, desperation seeping into his voice but every time he tries to touch me, I shrug him off.
“He’s gone.” Sam’s voice cracks and I know he’s crying as well. “And we can’t bring him back.”
“Why not?” I whisper, my voice hoarse from my cries. “I need him Sam; I love him. Please help me bring him back, please.” Sam’s arms are wrapping around me and he’s pulling me away from Dean’s body. Screaming, I feel myself start struggling in his arms, trying to break free of his grip. “Sam please let me go. I can’t let him go, I don’t want to leave him. I can’t.”
Sam sets me onto the ground, his hands resting on my shoulder as he lowers his head to meet my eyes. His eyes are red and his cheeks are stained with tears. “We can’t bring him back anymore. I want to, believe me, but I can’t. You can’t either.” He whispers, wiping away my tears with the end of his sleeve. “He’s gone; I’m sorry but Dean is gone.”
Hearing Sam say those words makes me swallow dryly; Dean is really gone, gone from our lives and he’s not coming back. “I wanna bury him.” I whisper as I collapse against Sam’s chest, my tears soaking his shirt. “I can’t leave him here, in this warehouse with them.” I jerk my head back at the dead vampires.
Sam nods, releasing me from his tight hold. Kneeling back my Dean’s side, I’m still crying but quietly now, as I grab his hands, holding them in between mine. Leaning down, I press my lips against his forehead in a final kiss before allowing Sam to lift his brother, holding him to his chest. Rooted to the spot, I watch Sam carry Dean out of the warehouse, tears blurring my vision until I can’t make out their figures. Roughly wiping my eyes clear of the tears, I find myself standing alone in the room, my chest feeling oddly empty. A feeling I haven’t felt since I first meet the Winchesters.