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Evermore (Dean Winchester x Reader)
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 2810 Warnings: Character death, aaaangst, behold the angst A/N: So… I saw Beauty and the Beast a few months ago and was instantly obsessed with this song, so I decided to try to write something with it. Plus, I felt like writing some sad stuff, so… sorry about that guys. Anyways, I know I haven’t posted anything in forever - my beta and I have had busy schedules, but this is finally going up! Thanks for sticking with me, y’all! As always, feedback is appreciated, GIF is not mine. (Bold italics are a memory)
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Dean placated the witch that stood before them. She had a shotgun levelled at his chest, so naturally he was a little tense. Y/N, on his right, was equally wary, her Glock up and primed. They’d snuck into the house one way, Sam going through the back door. What none of them had been expecting was for the witch to be prepared for their arrival. The three hunters had charged into the final room of the house when Sam, who had been in the lead, was tossed unceremoniously away from the other two. He’d quickly picked himself up afterward, but was still on the other side of the room. Suddenly, a single shot rang out, breaking the wary stalemate. Y/N was the first to react. Time seemed to slow as she moved with lightning speed to shove Dean out of the way, with full force of her body. Her form recoiled slightly when the bullet made solid contact. Sam’s shot was only a second behind the witch’s, catching her squarely as she cackled with fiendish glee. Dean moved to catch the hunter as she fell. He held her to him as he shouted for Sammy to get something, anything to help her with. Dean’s hand pressed over the wound, trying desperately to stem the tide of blood. “Hey. Dean.” Her voice was raspy, barely audible, but the Winchester heard it. “It’s gonna be alright, sweetheart.” He wasn’t sure if the word were for his reassurance or hers. “We’re going to take care of you, don’t you worry.” “Dean!” He finally met her eyes as his shoulders slumped. His gaze was met with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It’s alright. Hunters rarely live that long anyways.” Her chuckle brought one out of Dean as he leaned down to rest his forehead against hers. “I don’t know what I’m going to do without you,” Dean whispered, squeezing his eyes shut momentarily. They blinked open again when her hand came to rest on his cheek. “Five minutes.” “What?” His brow furrowed in confusion, wondering what she could possibly be talking about. Why were five minutes important? She was dying in his arms and she was worrying about five minutes for some reason? “You can miss me for five minutes a day. And you’d better do it properly. You’d better be sad - I expect my five. But all the rest of the time, Dean, all the rest of the time, every single second, you just get the hell on with it. Clear?” The words got fainter the longer she spoke. “Did you really just Danny Pink me?” She snorted at that, drawing some blood up into her throat and mouth and starting a brief coughing fit. “Well you Han Solo me all the time, so you don’t really have any room to talk there, hot shot,” Y/N finally said when the coughing subsided. “I swear on your Baby that I will haunt you if blame yourself for this. It was my choice. Don’t you dare beat yourself up about it.” “Understood, ma’am.” Dean’s smile faltered as the blood kept spilling from her. Somehow she still had her thumb tracing lightly over his cheek, though she could barely hold her arm up. When it gave out, he caught her arm, gently lowering it as his jaw clenched. He pulled back just enough to kiss her forehead for a long moment before pressing his lips to hers gently, the taste of blood sharp and metallic. “I love you,” she murmured when they parted, barely audible but he still heard her. “I love you too.” He couldn’t Han Solo her this time. He needed her to hear him say it one more time, make sure she knew. Her eyes were on his as her body went limp in his arms and the light dimmed to nonexistence. The last echoes of tension faded from her face, leaving the barest hint of a smile. A choked sob came from the broken man as he buried his face in her hair for the last time. I was the one who had it all I was the master of my fate I never needed anybody in my life I learned the truth too late Dean Winchester was stretched out on his bed in the bunker, the smell of smoke from her pyre clinging to him. No matter how hard he’d tried to scrub the reminders of her death from his skin, all he’d ended up with was raw skin and a piercing emptiness. Staring at the ceiling wasn’t doing him any good, so he allowed his eyes to slide shut. Total mistake. The instant his eyes were closed, Dean saw her as plainly as if she was leaning over him, a playful smile on her lips. It felt so real that he could almost smell the conditioner she always used, feel her fingers carding through his hair, her lips pressed against his. With a huff, he forced them back open, unable to bear the tearing at the still-raw wound. How did this happen to him? There’d been a time when Dean Winchester refused to let anyone new into his heart. His brother was allowed there, of course Sammy was, but no new people, or at least very rarely. He didn’t like feeling vulnerable, believing that to show emotion was to demonstrate weakness. All that had gone flying out the window with her. She was a raging forest fire and a calm lake at the same time. An icy winter storm and a warm summer shower. She was rough and soft, strong and vulnerable, and above all brave. She was all of these things and more when she needed to be. She had taught him that emotion was not a weakness, nor was asking for help. And slowly, he had opened up to her. He had learned to ask for help, to not bottle up his feelings until he exploded. Was he always good at it? No. But she knew him like the back of her hand and knew exactly when he needed to be left alone and when he was bluffing. She’d been there for him and he’d been there for her. That’s just how it worked with them. Both had helped the other heal, even when neither was sure if they themself could be fixed. Sure, they had their fights - everyone does. What really mattered was that, at the end of the day, they were there for each other no matter what. I’ll never shake away the pain I close my eyes but she’s still there I let her steal into my melancholy heart It’s more than I can bear This time, for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t there. Not there to wrap her arms around him like she always did after a rough hunt. Not there to hold him as he fell apart. Not there to put him back together. Not there. Not there. Not there. Dean Winchester was alone. And yet, he wasn’t. She was there, with him. He could hear her laugh in his ears, the one that always bubbled up even as she tried to pretend she was mad at him. A whisper of her seemed to come on a warm breeze that swirled around him, despite being in the heart of the bunker. Dean stood from the bed, moving to the desk. Picking up the framed photo, the fingers of his free hand traced the lines of her face. Almost immediately, it was again as though she was there. He felt her warmth enveloping him, hugging him from behind as she was wont to do. She’d always been proud when she could surprise him. The thought brought a pained smile as a memory rose, unbidden, to the front of his mind. “I have defeated the mighty Dean Winchester!” She crowed after he nearly jumped out of his skin. “Sweetheart, all you did was sneak up on me. I wouldn’t count that as defeat.” “Ah, but you claim to always be on your guard. I caught you off it, and therefore,” she paused, resting her forehead against his back, “I win.” In a heartbeat, Dean twisted in her arms, popping free only to come back and wrestle her down to the ground. “Mmmhmm. If it helps you sleep at night. But from where I’m sitting, I think I’ve beaten you.” No sooner had he said this than she had caught his leg with hers, pinning it in place as she flipped him over, reversing their positions. “Not so fast there, hot shot. You might find those words catching up to you.” He tried the trick going limp to fool your opponent, but she knew him and held him down even tighter, not even shifting a full inch when he tried to rocket up. A smirk stretched across her face as she leaned closer to him before continuing. “And do you know what winners get?” Dean couldn’t get a coherent answer out. She was so close, taunting him, and all he could think was how beautiful she was in that light, how much he wanted to her to lean just a little closer so he could kiss her. “Winners. Get. A. Prize.” The words were breathed out against his mouth. Tilting his chin up ever so slightly, he managed to kiss her lightly, but not for long. Soon, she was pulling back, just barely out of reach once more. “So. What’ll you be wanting?” Dean finally managed to clear his head enough to speak, though still a little short-circuited at her teasing. “I want…” She leaned closer again, and he instinctively lifted his head minutely off the floor. “a piece of pie. My favorite if they’ve got it, you know the place.” Y/N was up and off him, turning as if to leave, as if nothing had just happened. “That was just plain cruel, babe.” His voice instantly gave away that he was wearing the puppy dog eyes that could bring her to her knees. Which, to be fair, were the reason she wasn’t looking at him. “What can I say? I wanted pie, and you never share.” She shrugged, a full laugh shaking her frame. “I won fair and square, Winchester. Bring me the pie and nobody gets hurt.” “You know I can’t resist beautiful women.” The picture in his hands was from that same day, when he’d come back with a whole pie and surprised her with it in the library. Her delighted smile was forever burned into Dean’s memory. Sinking back down to sit on the bed, he could have sworn he smelled her vanilla and cinnamon scent in the air around him. The scent of her tore at his heart while somehow warming and comforting him at the same time. Now I know she’ll never leave me Even as she runs away She will still torment me, calm me, hurt me Move me, come what may “Hey. You doin’ alright, Dean?” Words she’d always spoken when she could tell something was wrong. Words he’d never hear again. Words he could almost hear now, if he just strained his ears. Even in the beginning, before Dean had warmed up to her, she had hesitantly come and asked what he needed. She hadn’t been particularly affectionate at the time - growing up in the hunter life isn’t exactly conducive to that sort of thing. Yet she’d crossed her own barriers to help him, albeit hesitantly. They’d become more carefree with each other - more how they should have been without all the things they’d seen. Hesitantly, she edged past the door and into the room. Finding him lying on the bed, facing away from the door, she was quick to sit beside him, the mattress dipping slightly under her weight. When he hadn’t responded to her question, she’d figured something was wrong, but his demeanor confirmed it. Experience taught her that he didn’t need more words - he’d talk when he was ready. Accordingly, she shuffled up next to him, wrapping an arm around him and curling around his body. What he needed was for her to be there, and that’s exactly what she intended to do. Now, of course, she could no longer be there. It still wasn’t real to Dean. The idea that this woman - this woman who had crept in and seen the heart of him - was actually gone just didn’t seem like it could possibly be true. Any minute now, she’d be walking through that door, asking if he was alright. She was alive. She had to be. Wasting in my lonely tower Waiting by an open door I’ll fool myself she’ll walk right in And be with me for evermore She hadn’t come through the door. For the first time in a long time, she wouldn’t be walking through that door. They’d fought before - of course they had - but every time, they would seek each other out. One way or another, she’d come back through that door, whether it be her coming to apologize or returning with Dean after he’d apologized. Their relationship had been one of giving and taking. Both had times when they thought the other was overreacting, and both had been the one overreacting. Sometimes the fights had spanned days and had only been reconciled after Sam smacked some sense into them or a monster had forced them to realize that the fight hadn’t lessened their love for each other at all. For all the hardships they’d faced, they’d done it together and come out stronger on the other side. She had always come back through that door. And now she couldn’t. Despite her assurances that she didn’t blame Dean at all, he couldn’t stop seeing her face. Couldn’t stop seeing her last moments playing out before him. Couldn’t stop seeing the light fading from her eyes - eyes that had been so full of life mere minutes earlier - as she died in his arms. She was gone. Well and truly gone, this time. I rage against the trials of love I curse the fading of the light Though she’s already flown so far beyond my reach She’s never out of sight Dean found himself waking up with a start, not even remembering falling asleep. Instinctively, his arms reached for the side of his bed that she always slept on. As the last remnants of sleep and dreams faded, so did she. In his dreams, she’d been beside him, curled into him as though she’d never left. He knew that she didn’t blame what happened on him for a single moment. She’d seen him as a good man, as a hero, even when he could only see the killer in himself. Five minutes. Ha. He’d remember her for much longer than five minutes a day. Yes, that’s it. He’d become the man she’d seen in him. The man she knew he could be, if he would only see it. The hero with the heart of a lion, the goofball of a puppy, the incredibly brave man with all the gentleness a life of hunting had beaten from many. With the memory of her as his guide, he’d learn and get better. Who knew, maybe Dean would even learn to see that hero inside himself. As long as he kept her with him, he’d be alright. She might have been physically gone, but Dean would never forget her. She’d always be there with him, in his heart, no matter how cheesy it sounded. “No chick flick moments,” he’d say if she mentioned it. “You love chick flicks,” she’d reply. “Only for you, darlin’. Only for you.” Now I know she’ll never leave me Even as she fades from view She will still inspire me, be a part of Everything I do A hesitant knock snapped Dean out of his thoughts. The only person who’d ever been that quiet when asking permission to enter his room was her. Maybe this had all just been some sick joke or a terrible nightmare. The knock is her tapping my shoulder to try and wake me up. If we open the door, it’ll be her. It’ll be her… It has to be her. “Hey, you doin’ alright?” Four little words. That’s all it took to break him again. The words were right, but the voice was wrong. It wasn’t her. No, it was Sammy. Suddenly it was all real. The past couple of days came crashing down around him with a final realization ringing through his ears and his mind. She really was gone. Wasting in my lonely tower Waiting by an open door I’ll fool myself she’ll walk right in And as the long, long nights begin I’ll think of all that might have been Waiting here for evermore! Forever Tags: @riddikulus-obsessions (Tag list is open. If you want to be on it, just let me know)
6 лет назад on Июнь 03, 2017 at 4:14 pm
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