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🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 022 [Winchester’s Starting Line]

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〈“You know you’re fighting in a losing battle, Making a noose out of your hollow crown. I hold a match up to your paper castle, and watch it all burn down.” Ellie Goulding, “Hollow Crown”〉

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The smoke cleared and the boss was on the other end of the room, his body embedded in the back wall. The male standing in front of me was breathing heavily, sword poised in front of him in both hands. Wait, I recognize that mop of green hair!

“Izuku?”

He glanced over his shoulder, giving me a nervous smile. “H-Hi, Jen-san.” He was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt under a green vest. His hands were covered by gloves and he wore a brown utility belt around his waist, legs covered by blue pants. He’s also a swordmaster.

“Deku?! What the fuck are you doing here?!” Bakugo yelled, stomping over to the boy.

“U-Um, I… you looked like… you n-needed help…”

“Hah?! As if I’d ever need help from a nerd like you!”

“You say that, but Winchester would have been a goner if he hadn’t stepped in when he did.” Iida approached the two, dressed in a suit of armor, his helmet tucked under his arm. He’s the knight class.

“That’s her fault for being a fucking weakling!”

“Gee, thanks.” I rolled my eyes, coughing again.

“Don’t worry, Jen, I can heal you!” Ochaco smiled brightly as she kneeled beside me, dressed in a short tan dress with a red hood over her head. Black leggings covered her legs, disappearing into brown boots. She carried a wooden staff, her right hand wearing a red glove. She’s the mage class. Ochaco hovered her hand above my stomach and it started to glow purple before my health shot up. “There, all better!”

“Thanks,” I pulled myself to my feet, dusting off my pants.

Iida snapped his gaze to me. “Why are you here? You’re not even level fifty yet!”

My eyes narrowed. “I’m half a pubic hair from being fifty. Fuck you.”

His cheeks burned. “E-Either way, this area is far too advanced for you! Show some responsibility for your actions.”

“You know, you really fucking piss me off, Prep.”

“P-Prep? My name is -!”

“I don’t fucking care,” I scoffed. “Oi, Bakuhoe. You got five minutes to finish this bitch off before I call it quits. I’m fuckin’ hungry and now in a bad mood.”

“Che, don’t tell me what to do!” He turned his back to me. “Let’s go, shitty hair!”

“Right!” Kirishima blew smoke from his nose.

Izuku and Iida joined the fight, while Ochaco stuck close to me with a magical shield up in case the boss decided to attack me again. Ten minutes passed and Kirishima dealt the finishing blow with a swipe of his clawed hand. Or is it a paw? Dragons don’t have paws right? Feet? But that makes me think of the back legs not the front.

As the boss shattered, an annoying jingling started to go off in my ear like I had just won the fucking jackpot on a slot machine. My level shot through the roof, jumping from forty-nine to seventy-nine. My body feels lighter, stronger, and now I have a shit ton of power points to assign again. For fuck’s sake.

Kirishima’s body started to shrink back to human form and he fell back onto his ass, a bright grin on his face. “I can’t believe we did it! You’re super strong, Midoriya!”

The greenette flushed at the praise, not missing Bakugo’s glare. “N-No, I’m really not -”

“Of course he is!” Iida pushed up his glasses. “Not only is he max level, but he also has the legendary Allmiber!”

Allmiber? What, is that the fucking love child of All Might and Excalibur?

“How the fuck did you hit max level?! And where the fuck did you get the most OP weapon in the damn game?!” Bakugo demanded, trying to grab the front of Izuku’s shirt, but the anti-PVP system prevented him from doing so.

“That’s so cool!” Kirishima jumped to his feet, eyes sparkling. “Only five people in the entire game have managed to find Allmiber!”

“And you, shitty hair!” Bakugo’s vermillion eyes snapped to the red-head, pointing an angry finger at his face. “How the fuck are you a Dragonling?!”

“What’s a Dragonling?” Ochaco whispered from behind me.

Izuku answered, his eyes shining. “Dragonlings are the rarest race in the whole game! They can’t be chosen or even bought, you can only get it as a drop from a powerful boss. The drop rate itself is only .01% and the drop location changes every week. They say that Dragonlings are unbeatable because of their massive health bars and insane defense and armor. They’re also the only race in the game that can change their forms in battle! Their dragon forms have been called the gods of the game! Did you know that the creator -”

I glanced over my shoulder at him, sweatdropping as he continued to ramble on about the game. A simple, ‘it’s rare!’ woulda been fine, ya know. But Ochaco and Iida are listening intently to him, as usual, nodding their head every few words.

Kirishima laughed as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I was just killing some scarecrows for a quest and it dropped.”

“You got a Dragonling from a fucking level five quest?! I’ll kill you!”

My lips tugged down as I watched the two groups interacting with each other. Why do I feel a sudden pang in my heart? I cursed, turning toward the exit portal that had opened up after the boss with destroyed. It took me back to town and I quickly logged out of the game, pulling myself off the wooden floor and turning the console off. I can still hear Bakugo screaming over the phone and I hesitated.

Should I say something? I decided I didn’t want to bother them and just ended the group call without a word, glancing at the clock. Nine-thirty.

The front door opened and closed, Toshi stepped into the living room looking tired and ragged. He smiled when he saw me. “Hello, young Jen. What would you like me to make for dinner?”

I grunted, pushing past him before he could step into the kitchen. “I wanna work on my cooking skull. You don’t mind, yeah?”

He sent me a confused look, but it soon melted to one of warmth. “That’s fine with me. I’m guessing tacos since I lifted the ban?”

“Nah. I’m in the mood for some curry.”

“Oh…” he shifted in the doorway, watching me closely. “Is anything bothering you?”

I sent him a small smile. “I spent all day playing an RPG with Bakugo, so I’ve just got a bit of headache.”

He sweatdropped. “That’ll do it. I’m gonna go take a shower.”

My smile dropped as soon as the bathroom door closed. To be honest, I don’t really know why I’m suddenly feeling so… isolated and down, I guess? I don’t wanna worry him, especially when I don’t even technically know what my problem is. Thinking about it, a lot of time has passed since I came to this world, since I started at U.A.

While everyone else has been forging friendships, I’ve been too damn busy keeping people at a distance. I haven’t made any efforts at all. Bakugo only asked me to play with him because he had no one else, but now he knows that the golden trio and Kirishima also play. They don’t need a low level to babysit that knows nothing about the game.

I groaned, rubbing my forehead in frustration. “Why is this bothering me? Get a grip.”

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My phone buzzed for the millionth time and I sighed, opening my messages. From Bakugo:

‘Where the fuck did u go?’

‘Oi, fuckin answer me’

‘…somethings wrong aint it?’

‘Stop fucking ignoring me!’

And from a number I didn’t recognize:

‘Hey Winchester! Got ur number from Bakugo!’

‘This is Kirishima btw’

‘Whyd u log out so suddenly? Everything ok?’

‘That sword u got is really cool btw, it costs a million gold!’

My brow furrowed. Why did he give my number to Kirishima? Why’d he want it in the first place? Are they really worried about me? And that sword… why did Bakugo give me something that’s worth so damn much? I don’t understand anything.

I sighed, throwing my phone onto the couch before plopping down onto the floor so I could put my sneakers on. I heard shuffling behind me as Toshi walked quietly down the hall, pausing when he noticed me.

“Young Jen, you’re up early!”

“Don’t sound so surprised, Toshi.”

“You’re never awake when I leave in the mornings.” He commented, sliding his feet into the over-sized loafers. He suddenly grinned, his body expanding as he took on his muscle form. “Shall I carry you to school today? Ahahaha!”

I rolled my eyes as I pushed the door open. “I’m not a kid, but I’m sure Izuku would take you up on that offer, though.”

He laughed again, closing and locking the door. “I’m sure he would! By the way, I wanted to thank you for befriending young Midoriya. I feel more at ease knowing that you’re there to watch his back.”

“I’d hardly call myself his friend,” I muttered under my breath.

“Hm? What was that?”

“I said you’re welcome.”

He smiled brightly, slapping my shoulder. “Be safe on your way to school, young Jen!” He kneeled down, kicking off the ground as he took to the sky. I waited until he was out of sight before starting to walk, stuffing my hands into my pockets.

It was still dark outside, the neighborhood peaceful as the residents slept. Crickets chirped tiredly in the distance, pausing when the wind blew through the trees. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve always found solace in the darkness. I’ve always been a night owl, preferring to be awake through the night rather than during the day. Maybe it’s because I hate the sun, or maybe it’s because there are fewer people around at night… I don’t really know the reason. This little strip of time before the sun starts to rise makes me feel at peace.

I took my time walking to school and the sun was just starting to glare over the horizon as I walked through the archway, casting shades of orange and purple across the sky. It was beautiful, sure, but I ain’t fond of the sun.

I entered the school building, heading for class 1-A. The room was empty and, for a minute, I just stood in the doorway. It felt weird without the loud chatter of the other students. It was eerie, like I had just stepped into an alternate dimension or some shit.

“Fuckin’ creepy,” I muttered, flicking on the light before heading to my desk. What do I do now? I left my phone behind, so I can’t play any games. I guess I could work on my homework… I started it last night but couldn’t concentrate so I ended up giving up and going to bed. Scrunching my nose up, I grabbed my notebook and the worksheets we had been given and got to work.

The door slid open a few minutes later and I glanced up, meeting surprised heterochromatic eyes. I returned my gaze to my notebook, where I was working on a doodle of Deadpool wearing a taco hat. At least he ain’t glaring at me, but the day is still young.

The legs of the chair scraped against the floor as he sat at his desk. He was quiet for a moment before speaking up, almost hesitantly. “Good morning,”

I raised a brow at him, but he was staring down at his desk. “Uh… sure.”

“Are you all healed up?”

“Yeah,”

“That’s good,” he nodded his head, pulling his notebook from his bag. “Does my voice really keep you calm?”

I nearly snapped my pencil, a bead of sweat rolling down my cheek. Damn, talk about being blunt. I cleared my throat, “Why are you even talkin’ to me?”

His eyes met mine, growing wide. “Should I not be?”

I shrugged. “You’ve always seemed perfectly content just glaring at me.”

Peppermint quickly looked away, his hair covering his eyes. “I’m sorry. You just… remind me of someone.”

“Who?”

He was silent for a moment and I figured he wasn’t going to answer. When he finally did, his voice was like ice. “My father,”

I raised a brow, humming. So a pretty boy with daddy issues, huh? Interesting. “Right. Good to know I remind you of an old man.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he mumbled, his cheeks gaining some color. “Will you answer my question now?”

“Yes, you have a calming voice. Happy?” I sighed, turning back to my notebook. Man, I accidentally stabbed Deadpool in the face.

The door slid open again and Fumi stepped inside, tilting his head as his eyes met mine. He approached my desk with a smile. “Good morning, Jen-san.”

“Sup, Fumi.”

“You’re usually one of the last to arrive. It’s quite alarming to see you here so early.”

“Sheesh, a girl tries to be a diligent student and everyone thinks the world is comin’ to an end.” I grinned, leaning back in my chair. “I wanted to try somethin’ new, but don’t worry, I hate it and won’t be doing it again.”

He chuckled, his eyes scanning my notebook. “You did this problem wrong,”

“Heh?” I glanced at the math problem he was pointing at. “Fuck math,”

“If you’d like, I can give you a hand.”

“For sure, thanks Fumi. The last thing I need is a lecture from Ectoplasm about not paying attention in his class.”

He nodded toward the pencil. “May I?”

“Go for it,” I watched as he scribbled down a number on the corner of the page.

“You can message me anytime you find yourself stuck and I will do my best to assist you.”

“Yeah, I will.” I smiled at him. “Thanks, Fumi.”

He nodded, returning the smile before heading to his desk. I caught Peppermint’s gaze but he quickly looked away. What’s his deal today?

Students slowly started to filter into the room and the silence morphed into loud chatter. In a way, their loud natures is annoying as all hell, but… I think I prefer it over the alternative.

“Wait, who are you?”

I glanced up at the sound of Alien’s voice, seeing Rin standing in the doorway. What’s he doing here?

He bowed, offering a kind smile. “My name is Hiryuu Rin from class 1-B next door. I’m looking for Winchester,”

Her eyes fell on me, half-hidden behind Momo. I stood up and approached him, grabbing his wrist and tugging him from the room. I could already hear her excited whispers. I swear if she starts spreading some stupid shit… I brought Rin to the stairway, which only had a few students passing by. As soon as I turned toward him, his arms were thrown around my neck, my body tensing at the contact.

“Uhh…”

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” He spoke with a voice full of emotion, his grip tightening around me. I could feel his heart hammering in his chest. “I heard about the attack, about two students being seriously injured along with Aizawa-sensei and Thirteen-sensei. I came to see you yesterday, to see if you were okay, but your entire class was gone. I was so worried about you, Winchester!”

My body relaxed as I wrapped my arms around him, gently rubbing his back. “The faulty thought it would be a good idea if we took a day off after the attack. Me and Izuku were a bit reckless, but it ain’t a big deal.”

“‘A bit reckless’?” He pulled back, eyes narrowed in frustration and worry. “You could’ve been killed.”

“I didn’t think you cared that much,” I muttered, scratching my cheek as I glanced to the side.”

“You’re my friend, of course, I care!” He sighed, letting his arms fall to his sides. “You’re okay, that’s what matters.”

My heart skipped a beat, my chest growing warm as my lips curled up. My hand rested on his head. “I’m sorry I worried you, Rin.”

“Call me Hiryuu.”

“Only if you call me Jen.”

“Deal,” he grinned.

“Hey, Rin! Class is gonna start soon!” An orange-haired girl smiled at us as she walked by with a girl that looked like she just stepped out of My Little Pony.

“Be right there, Kendo!” He called before turning back to me, pulling his phone out of his bag. “Can we exchange numbers?”

“Oh, uh, sure. I forgot my phone at home, though, so I’ll text you back after I get home.” I gave him my number and we parted ways, entering our own classrooms. Two numbers in one day? You’re turning into a player, girl. My good mood fizzled a bit when I entered class 1-A, eyes locking with angry vermillion.

“Morning, Winchester!” Kirishima grinned. “Last night was so much fun, let’s play again sometime!”

“Ooh~ What did you two do last night?” Alien asked, clapping her hands excitedly. “And who was that boy? Is he your boyfriend, Winchester?”

Satan, grant me the strength I need to not kill anyone today. “No, he’s just a friend.” I ignored her disappointed pout as I headed for my desk. I was almost there when a hand grabbed my shoulder roughly. Green met vermillion as we stared at each for a moment.

“You didn’t fucking answer my messages,” Bakugo’s voice was surprisingly calm as he gauged my reaction.

“I fell asleep after getting offline,” I lied, keeping my expression blank.

“Why the fuck didn’t you answer when you woke up, then?”

“Forgot my phone,”

“Stop fucking lying to me!”

I grunted, pulling myself from his grip and plopping down at my desk. Why do I suddenly feel so guilty about lying? Why did I even lie in the first place? It had been an instant reaction, I didn’t even consider it. We’re not even friends. He just tolerates me because I do the same for him.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance before stomping back to his desk.

“Hey, you guys! Did you watch the news?” Invisigirl asked, excitedly. “It was so cool that we got a few seconds of screen time. Though I bet nobody noticed me hanging out in the background…”

“Probably not,” Octo agreed.

Tail sweatdropped. “It is difficult to stand out when you’re just gloves…”

“We’re totally big deals.” Sparky’s voice was full of arrogance. “Those news channels love us, we’re basically celebrities!”

“Yeah, it’s kinda crazy, right?”

“Get over yourselves. The hero course that pumps out pros was attacked and that’s what they care about.”

“Who knows what woulda happened to us if the teachers hadn’t shown up.”

“Death. That’s what woulda happened.” I commented, dryly.

“Why’d you say that?!” Grape freaked out, his eyes full of tears. “I’m gonna pee myself just thinking about it!”

My lip curled back in disgust. Why is this fucking brat even in the hero course? I’ve seen more heroism from a fucking cockroach.

“Ah, shut up! Grow a pair, loser!!”

“Did you guys see All Might fighting the bird guy? That guy was super strong and he still destroyed him!”

“Yes, his strength is truly a thing of wonder.”

“Attention! Homeroom class is about to begin! Everyone stop talking and take your seats!” Iida ordered as he stood at the front of the room.

“Uh, we’re all sitting.”

“You’re the only one standing.”

Iida fell into his chair, body shaking. “Dang it,”

“Don’t sweat it,” Ochaco smiled. She’s honestly too precious for this world.

The door slid open and a heavily bandaged Aizawa appeared. His face was still covered, and both arms were in slings across his chest. “Good morning, class.”

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Imagine everyone realizing...

A/N: all the italics are lyrics from the song Tear in my Heart by Twenty One Pilots

My heart is my armor She’s the tear in my heart The songs on the radio are okay,

But my taste of music is your face,

Sam didn’t realize Dean was in love with you until he was sitting in the back of the impala, driving to the first case they had ever taken you on. It was easy, a simple salt and burn, one that Dean thought the researcher would love to go on.

A normal car ride consisted of two things, snacks and rock n roll. And while there were plenty of snacks in the car, the speakers were dead. Not a single musical note filled the space, however it wasn’t silence that met the boys ears, rather your laughter as you and Dean just talked the whole way. Sam would chime in on occasion but he more enjoyed watching the way Dean would glance at you ever so often, or how he would smile when you would, or how he never once went to turn on the radio. He seemed completely content with the fact that your voice was the sole thing radiating throughout the small enclosed area of the impala.

You fell asleep in my car I drove the whole time

But that’s okay I’ll just avoid the holes so you sleep fine

I’m driving here I sit

Cursing my government

For not using my taxes to fill holes with more cement

Castiel didn’t realize Dean was in love with you either until you were all in the Impala, in front were the Winchester boys, in the back a wide awake Castiel and you. You, however, were fast asleep, your head rested against the window, your breathing shallow, and your eyelids fluttering. Every few minutes Cas would catch Dean continuously glancing up into the rearview mirror and his lips would grow wide in a smile at the site of your sleeping form leaning against the window.

However his smile soon turned into curses once he hit a bumpy patch of road, “ what the fuck is with this town! Wouldn’t you think if the road was this bad the town workers or somebody would invest in fixing it!?”

“Dean, we have driven on much worse...” Sam started however his statement was cut short at the sound of your head bouncing off of the glass and slight groan exiting your perfectly pouted lips.

“You okay Sunshine?” Dean asked as you slowly sat up straight, sleep still present in your eyes as you replied.

“I was until this dumbass road made my head bounce of the window.”

“Well we will be the Motel soon, then you can take the perfect nap.” He smiled in reply, before Cas whispered, “If you would like you can sleep upon my shoulder, I saw it in a movie once.”

“Thanks Cas.” You smiled before you leaned down, sleep taking you back over in seconds as Cas continued to look at the sky. However he couldn’t help but notice in the corner of his eye the look Dean was giving him in the Rearview. And it was then that it all made sense.

Sometimes you gotta bleed to know That you’re alive and have a soul But it takes someone to come around To show you how

Crowley sat in the bar, his drink in hand, and his brand new knight of Hell at his side. He watched the knight battle against the local village idiots in a game of darts, each victim falling prey to Dean’s hard eyes and devilish grin. Even the woman were not safe from the harsh, care free attitude of Dean, being a demon suited him, or at least Crowley thought so. That was until Dean’s phone came to life, and this time Crowley wasn’t there to press ignore, cause just by the way Dean’s harsh features softened, and he began to look as he did before the black eyes, he knew it was you.

Dean withdrew from the game, leaving a twenty on the table as the reward for beating him at his own game. His finger lingered over the talk button for a second, but soon the callused pad of his thumb suffocated the button, and the phone was to his ear. 

“Hello Beautiful.” He said, his voice not as gruff, he appeared to be calming, as he slowly sat beside the king.

“I told ya, I don’t want you...”

“I know, but....”

The king could tell you were arguing with him about finding him, wanting to know where he was so that you could infect his veins with purified blood. As you argued though, Crowley took note of how Dean’s temper was, if any other citizen of the bar acted that way with him, that citizen, male or female, would have been thrown, or at least tasted the sharp tongue of the eldest Winchester. However with you, he was calm, and almost smiling just at the sound of your voice, demanding he come back to you and his brother.

“Listen [Y/N],” Crowley heard him whisper over the sound of his own thoughts, “You know I would come back to ya if I could, but we both have seen what this mark can do, and I refuse to have you get hurt from it.”

Then Crowley remembered the way Dean behaved when Sam called, he screamed, and fought and was not as calm and loving as he was right now. It almost seemed like he was talking to just some stranger when Sam called, but with you it was like he was talking to some long lost.....

And that was when Crowley Realized......

My heart is my armor She’s the tear in my heart 

Dean didn’t realize until it was too late.....

Amara was in full swing, her power was growing, along with her obsession with the one and only Dean Winchester. 

Dean might have been fighting his feelings towards you, but Amara could see that he was losing that battle, and so were you, she could see that you both were meant for each other, the perfect balance for one another, true Soulmates, and even though you both denied the urges to move forward, Amara could see that if she truly wanted to be Dean’s sole obsession, she would have to rid of you.

It was a basic hunt, some vengeful spirits were creating havoc in a local hotel. You and the boys figured it would be a nice break from the whole Amara mess, since not even Chuck could figure out how to stop her. 

“We split up, Dean take the ground floor, Sammy takes second, Cas takes the top, and I’ll take the basement. We find anything, we radio in on these.” You instructed as you handed out the walkie talkies you bought. 

“And why do we need these?” Cas asked, “Why can we not just use our cellular devices. or our voices?”

“Because, I think they will make us look cool.” You smiled

“Or like those freaks on Ghost Facers.” Sam joked as you shot him a look

“Well sweetheart, I think they look amazing.” Dean chimed in, thinking it was very cute how you were taking charge of this case, and how much you have grown as a person since they had first met you. 

“Thank you Dean, now let’s go find some ghosties.” You smiled before entering the empty hotel, each of you going to your assigned floor. 

The basement was dark, and a cold breeze drafted through the small, damp space, as you swept over the darkness with your small beam of yellow-orange light. You slowly moved across the concrete floor, making sure not to disrupt anything in case...

“Hello [Y/N].” A light voice sounded, the darkness completely surrounding the source of it, but you knew exactly whom it belonged to.

“Amara.” You replied, “Always a pleasure to hear from you, tell me will you be smiting any angels today?”

“No, but after this I will be making love to the Eldest when I am done here.” She taunted, before lifting her hand, and using every force of power she had to throw you against the wall, several metal pieces falling from the shelf above you, clanging against the flooring. You tried with all you might to move, yet she was pinning you to the wall and floor, as she strolled towards you, her dress trailing behind her as she raised her fingers to her chin. 

“How upsetting, I don’t see what Dean ever saw in you, I am not even using all of my powers and yet you still can’t get out of my hold. Face it [Y/N] you are weak.”

“And you are a bitch.” You spewed.

“Well see, I wouldn’t have to be a bitch if you had just stayed away from the Winchester boys, and I wouldn’t have had to make this fake story of ghosts in  a hotel to lure you all here. But this moment was inevitable, since your soul and Dean’s soul have always been bonded, longing for each other, as the flesh denies their needs. Tell me, when did you first realize you were weak in the knees for my emerald eyed prince?”

“He is not yours, and he will NEVER be yours.” You hissed, “Not while Sammy and I are...”

“And that my dear is why I am here. You are the only rock in my path, and in order to clear my path to world domination, and to Dean’s heart I must remove you, which is a shame. I think if the story line was different we could have been great friends.” 

“Go to Hell.” You hissed, before your whole vision went dark, and though you could no longer hear her, after the echo of the crack died away Amara whispered, “No darling, you go to hell.”

“Third is clear.”

“Second is clear.”

“First is clear.” 

The three men’s voices one at a time came over their walkie before they all gathered on the first floor, sitting among the stairs to discuss where the spirits could be, and waiting for the one feminine voice to echo out of the old speakers. Dean’s gut twisting as though he already knew something was wrong, every second bringing another knot to his fear and worry, and after 120 seconds, he took off toward the basement door without a word, the other two trying to protest as he raced down the creaking wooden stairs.

“[Y/N]” He shouted once he hit the hard concrete, not caring what came for him. He swung his own yellow beam around the darkness, until it reflected back at him when it hit upon a out of place copper vase. He slowly approached as his light remained fixated on it, and once it had been reached he slowly trailed his light forward, until his light illuminated a single, light brown, leather, lace up boot, which looked identical to the pair you were wearing when you left the bunker with the guys that morning. Dean’s feet moved faster then before, his knees hitting the ground as his flashlight dropped beside him. His hands met your face as the tears began to pool, the panic in his body swelling up as he softly pleaded for you to wake up, to move, to do anything. 

He was so consumed in his own mind, that he failed to notice the light of the other flashlights, or the fact that your eyes weren’t closed, but just cloudy, or that your neck had been broken. All he knew was that you weren’t waking up, and the core of his soul shattered at the fact that the love of his life never got to hear him confess his love.

PART TWO!!!!