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winchest09 · 6 years ago

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Shatter Me - Chapter Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 6068 (Yeah...sorry not sorry!)

Summary: The Winchesters were your world. After joining their hunter ranks, you quickly became attached to the brothers. After a successful hunt, you insist on going out celebrating with the boys – only for a loose end to catch up with you. You’re trapped in a world without hunger, thirst and the Winchesters. With the brothers beside themselves, they make preparations to say goodbye until Dean starts to connect to you through his dreams. Little do they know that you’re much closer than they think…

Chapter warnings: 18+, Mentions of alcohol, mentions of smut, actual smut, masturbation, oral, language, violence - i think that’s everything.

A/N: I hope you enjoy chapter 2 of this series, i’m really enjoying writing it. Please let me know what you think, feedback is my fuel so even if it’s just a like, comment or reblog, i’ll love you guys forever!

Also any mistakes are my own, please do not repost my work anywhere however reblogs are fine and welcome :)

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Chapter Two

Taking one last look in the mirror, you gave yourself a smile and a half twirl. You had made more of an effort with your make up and you had packed the perfect outfit for you to go out in, just in case the situation occurred. Your hair was loosely curled to add a touch of volume, you’d done your favourite dark smoky eye to highlight your eye colour and you’d just added the finishing touch of your red lipstick.

You opened the bathroom door and walked towards the spare bed, silence filling the room. You looked from under your lashes to see the Winchesters staring at you, unreadable expressions on their faces.

“What?” You questioned slowly, anxiety creeping up on you telling you that maybe you should go and change. You had stepped out of your comfort zone a little with this outfit. A loose red v neck top with spaghetti straps and a loose back that traced the curvature of your breasts. You paired this with some leather looking jeans that hugged your curves.

“Wow…you look…wow” Sam was the first to speak, his tone soft. You smiled his way before looking over to Dean who was still starting at you, his eyes roaming.

Truth was, Dean was speechless and his mouth had become dry. As soon as you opened the door, he felt his breath hitch in his throat and his body temperature rise. The top you were wearing was loosely fitted but as you moved, it clung to your breasts and curves. The jeans you were wearing complimented your ass wonderfully and he couldn’t help but think about it being bent over in front of him later when you were beating his ass at pool.

“Thank you Sam” You tucked your hair behind your ear as you packed your previous outfit into your duffel bag, ignoring the awkward tension in the air.

Sam looked over towards his brother, his eyebrows arching and his head gently nudging towards your direction, hinting for Dean to at least make some sort of compliment. Dean half frowned back at Sam, almost having a silent argument through facial expressions before clearing his throat and getting off the bed. “I…uh…I’m…I’m gonna go take a shower”

Dean raced into the bathroom and slammed the door shut before he could receive a comment from either you or Sam. Looking down, he palmed the erection through his jeans and let out a barely audible groan. Five minutes ago he was telling himself to push all feelings aside for your safety, now all he could think about was you moaning and squirming underneath him, making his dick wet.

“Son of a bitch” He muttered underneath his breath as he removed his flannel, leaning over to turn the shower on. He expected you to come out all dressed up, he’s seen it before but he never expected you to come out looking like that.

Dean undressed and stepped under the hot spray, thinking of anything he could to will his ever throbbing erection away. He couldn’t really masturbate over you could he? No of course not, you were his friend, his close friend and that was it. He’s never been attracted to you in this way, so why would he be now. He was just sexually frustrated, at least that is what he told himself, it had been a while.

Trying to distract himself, Dean grabbed his shampoo and vigorously washed his hair, the suds cascading down his back and over his bare buttocks. He rinsed his hair and rubbed his hands over his face. Opening his eyes, he saw you standing there, naked under the spray. Dean’s eyes went wide “No. This isn’t real” He whispered “God what is happening to me?” He questioned, using his fingers to wipe the water from his eyes and to pinch the bridge of his nose. When he opened his eyes again, you were gone and he sighed, either from relief or from frustration, Dean couldn’t make his mind up which. Reaching to his side, he grabbed his body wash and started to rub at his chest, willing you to leave his mind but it was of no use. His hands travelled towards his lower abdomen before finding his erection. His large hand wrapped around his length and he hissed, sucking his bottom lip through his teeth. He needed release and he needed it now, there was no way around it.

With the soap and water as lubrication, he started to pump. Slow at first before picking up the pace and as he did so, his mind couldn’t help but go back to you. He imagined you coming into the bathroom in that outfit and he would watch as you slowly undressed for him. He imagined how perfect your body would be, how your nipples would peak when they greeted the cold air. He drew in a shaky breath. He thought of you then climbing in the shower with him and taking some of his body wash in your hands before rubbing it over your body. He watched as you slowly lathered the suds over your breasts, using your fingers to knead and tweak till you moaned slightly. He kept pumping, his mouth slightly agape. He imagined you standing there, your hands then travelling down your wet, soapy body to find your clit, your fingers slowly circling and tweaking the bud. You moaned louder and Dean growled. He watched you as you found your release and you moaned his name. You looked at him, your eyes darker than usual as you made your way over to him. Your hands slipped down his soapy body as your lips found the edge of his jaw. He imagined you nipping and sucking at his neck, softly kissing his pulse point before your hand found his erection. His green eyes bore into yours and you confidently took his cock from his hands and started pumping him yourself. Dean’s breath became heavy, if this were real, he’d pick you up and slam you against the shower tiles, burying his length deep inside of you. However, he was happy with where his imagination was taking him.

He was just about to catch his lips with yours before he imagined you on your knees in front of him, your lips sucking deliciously at his tip, your tongue swirling and tasting him before taking him all the way to the base. His hips jerked at the thought. He watched with his mind’s eye as you made eye contact with him as you moaned around his hard cock. He let out an audible groan as he braced himself with one hand on the shower wall, the water cascading down his back. He saw you there on your knees, taking every inch of him before letting him go with a pop. He watched as you traced your tongue painfully slow up the underside of his throbbing cock and he sighed shakily before he started pumping himself harder. He imagined you playing with his balls before taking him in your free hand, looking up at him with lust filled eyes whispering “Come for me Dean” You took him in your mouth again as deep as your gag reflex would allow, his tip nudging the back of your throat. Dean’s hips bucked as he pumped faster and faster, the thought of you taking his seed was more than he could handle and with one more buck, he imagined spilling his orgasm down your throat instead of the harsh reality of it being over his hand and the shower wall.

“Holy shit” Dean whispered shakily, taking a moment to steady himself before getting the soap and cleaning himself up once again. Trying to wash away the evidence of the fact he just masturbated to the image of you going down on him, he didn’t know if he would be able to look you in the eye for the rest of the night.

Back in the motel room, you joined the table with Sam and watched him scanning the local news and police reports for any hints of another case “Anything?”

Sam shook his head and leant casually back into his chair “All seems quiet at the moment, what I did find is already being covered by other hunters”

You smiled slightly, your eyes still focusing on the laptop screen “Well – silver lining, at least we can chill back at the bunker before shooting off again”

Sam scoffed as he shut the lid of his laptop “Your version of chill and mine are completely different. If you mean training with Dean and turning it into a hefty competition where you rope me in to being the judge, sure”

You giggled, your hands up in surrender “Hey that was like two or three times”

Sam joins you laughing before changing his position slightly on his chair, angling himself so he was facing more towards you “So…what’s going on between you two?” The hand that was dangling off the back of his chair, gesturing between you and the bathroom.

You frowned slightly “What do you mean?” You questioned, your attention on playing with your fingers.

“The incessant flirting and oh, you straddling my brother about an hour ago” Sam immediately replied, truthful and honest.

You closed your eyes “Don’t start Sam” You sighed “It’s just friendly”

Sam knew it was more than that and he wasn’t about to drop this conversation, not with you. It was the first time he felt confident with what he suspected and it was about time that he saw his brother putting himself first for once. He wanted Dean to have a chance of happiness and if that is with you, then he wanted to do all he could to encourage it. “From where I was standing, it looked more than friendly” Sam changed his position in the chair and leant forward onto his arms on the table “Come on Y/N, you’ve been with us for over a year now. It’s not hard to see how things have changed for you and how you’ve changed with them”

“Sam” You warned, not wanting to take this conversation any further.

Sam placed one of his hands on yours, encouraging you to make eye contact with him “I know you like my brother Y/N, from my position, it’s pretty obvious”

You shrugged his comment off, your cheeks feeling flush and anxiety tight in your chest “He wouldn’t want someone like me” You whispered, not expecting Sam to hear.

However Sam did hear your comment and he squeezed your hand softly “You mean someone as funny, caring and as incredibly smart as you? You’ve also got a mean right hook” He chuckled.

You snorted, remembering the time you accidentally punched Sam in the face during one sparring session “I’m not his type. It’s a silly crush that will pass in time. I think I’ve just taken the flirting to heart” You stated, feeling reassurance from Sam’s hand on yours.

“Have you ever thought of telling him how you feel?” The youngest Winchester asked softly.

You scoffed and looked away, removing your hands from his as you stood up, heading towards the mini fridge “What and be embarrassingly shot down? No thanks Sam, I don’t feel like hunting alone again” You passed Sam a beer and he noticed the sadness in your tone.

“Hey, you don’t know that would happen” Sam replied softly as he opened his beverage.

You placed your beer on the table and proceeded to sit back down, explaining how you feel “Sam, I’m not Dean’s type. I’m not the stereotypical girl who drinks cocktails and spends forever every day doing their hair and make-up” You took a breath and held up your hand in Sam’s direction as you noticed his smirk on his face “and before you say anything, tonight was an exception, I just wanted to perk myself up a bit” You defended.

Before Sam could continue the conversation, the bathroom door opened and Dean scurried out, his hair slightly fluffy from where he had rigorously towel dried it. He had dressed himself in a fresh pair of blue jeans and a white shirt, sleeves rolled up slightly and the top two buttons undone. He went to the mirror to start fixing his hair when he caught your eyes in the reflection “…and you say I take forever in the shower?” You teased.

“I took nowhere near as long as you sweetheart” Dean deflected, breaking eye contact and focusing back on his hair.

You half giggled, the teasing tone still in your voice “Yeah you keep telling yourself that, I think you were having a bit too much fun making yourself clean” You winked at him before catching his reaction in the mirror, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. “I..what..no” Dean flustered. You and Sam both raised your eyebrows, knowing smirks on both your faces. Dean finished his hair and stormed past the pair of you, grabbing his leather jacket on the way out “Come on, first round is on you” He muttered your way.

You and Sam both burst out laughing as you watched Dean storm out the motel room towards his Impala, not waiting for either of you. You grabbed your phone and some spare money and shoved them into the pockets of your jeans, ready for the night ahead. Sam held open the motel room door for you as you made your way to the impala, a smile still on your face. You hadn’t really thought much about what Sam had said, you hadn’t really had the time to process it. If he was questioning how you felt and your actions, did he know something that you didn’t? You shook your head slightly as you got closer to the impala, noticing that Dean’s focus was on baby’s dash. You noticed he wouldn’t really look your way or make eye contact with you. You frowned discreetly, working out what possibly you could have done wrong.

You slid into the back seat of the Impala as Sam got in the front. Before Sam had even shut his door, Dean had started the engine and had started to reverse out of the parking lot. “Bar isn’t gonna shut anytime soon Dean” Sam quipped, curious about his brothers eagerness.

“I’m just looking forward to the night Sammy, the sooner I get a drink inside me, the better” Dean said, his voice sounding quite rough.

Your frown returned to your face as you studied his face in the rear view mirror, he was so focused on the road, his classic rock playing softly in the background. You thought over your actions to try and place what you might have done to upset him. Your mind settled on when you whispered in his ear, he didn’t appreciate you being that close to him. You took it too far; that was the only explanation. Dean must have felt your stare as he chose that moment to check his mirror and he held your gaze. Something felt different, his eyes were soft but his smile didn’t reach his eyes like normal. You made a note to ask him about it later so you could clear the air.

Dean turned a corner and pulled onto the main road, the street lined with shops, homemade business and small bars. It was homely. Dean slowed his speed as he drove past a couple of the bars, seemingly looking for somewhere to park.

“Who puts a bar on a main road?” He muttered under his breath, his head ducking forward to look for any kind of parking.

You rolled your eyes and pulled yourself forward, in between the two boys in the front seat. You eyed a free parking spot just a few shops down from a bar and nudged Dean in the shoulder “Stop complaining and just pull up here”

Dean grunted and swung his beloved baby into the vacant spot, making sure he left enough space between him and the car in front. You got out the car and walked over to the sidewalk, smiling as Sam joined you as you waited for Dean. The bar was only a short distance away so you turned and slowly started taking in some of the shops that were around you. Some were shut, some were open late. You loved towns like this, where everything was personal and homemade, this is a town with shops that had a story, something you had a soft spot for.

The boys soon starting walking towards the bar, making idle chit chat between themselves as you followed them towards your destination, the thought of an ice cold whiskey in your hand was making your mouth water. However, a few stops before the bar, there was an old antique type shop. The windows were surrounded by a red frame and inside the window display were all manner of trinket type items. Crystals, jewellery boxes, dream catchers and so on. Your walking slowed and you stopped in front of the store window, the centre of the display catching your eye and your attention. There in the centre, was a medium sized snow globe but it was unlike one you had ever seen. The globe was crafted with blue and clear glass which gave a moonlight effect, the snow inside powdering over a cottage in a woodland. There were crystals delicately placed inside the glass that gave the effect of a glistening night sky. For want of a better word, you found it truly magical.

Your fingers pressed against the glass, an automatic reaction to try and get closer to see any details that you might have missed. The boys had gone on ahead unaware that you had stopped in your tracks but you hadn’t noticed, you were transfixed with the object winking back at you. It was no secret that you had a tiny bit of a snow globe obsession but only for ones that were truly unique. You had no interest in the happy holiday’s plastic globes or the tourist souvenirs you got from shops, you only had interest for the globes that were one of a kind. You just knew this was one of them.

Dean and Sam walked towards the bar at a steady pace, hands in their pockets, talking through the day, still not noticing that you were gawping through the window of the shop.

“Man I hate witches” Dean grumbled, thinking of the days previous events.

Sam chuckled “We know, you say it every time we have a case with them”

“No I don’t” Dean frowned and went to ask you for reassurance “Back me up on this one sweethea-” Dean turned around and noticed you weren’t by their side anymore, his sentence cutting short. He raised his eyebrows when he noticed you slightly hunched over, looking through a glass window. Dean turned to Sam, a questioning look on his face and when Sam shrugged, they both made their way back to you.

“Could have told us you’d stopped you know” Sam spoke up, making you jump slightly as your gaze met his only briefly.

“Sorry…I uh…” You stuttered, your attention going back to the globe in the window “Something caught my eye”

The brothers looked past you into the window and eyed all the various items and trinkets on sale, wondering what it could be that had caught your attention so.

“Do you guys mind waiting just two minutes, just while I go in” You spoke softly, interrupting the brother’s inspection of the window. You turned and looked at them both pleadingly, more so towards Dean. You already felt like you had upset him somewhere along the way, you didn’t want to make matters worse by making him wait for his drink.

Dean smiled softly, his hand gesturing towards the shop front “Sure” He confirmed, leaning back on the hood of the impala. They were near enough back where they had started but he didn’t mind. Something calm seemed to wash over him when you looked at him like you just did, he hadn’t got the heart to say no.

He watched as you entered the store excitedly, a sudden spring in your step. Sam walked over to join his brother leaning on the side hood of the car, both of the boys facing towards the shop window. It was only a couple of minutes before Dean saw you and the store assistant in the window. He watched as you pointed towards the centre of the display and he let out a knowing breath when he saw what object the assistant had retrieved. He crossed his arms over his chest and muttered “Of course it was the globe”

Sam frowned slightly, wondering if he had heard Dean correctly “What?” Sam questioned.

Dean turned to look at his younger brother “The globe, you know Sammy, Y/N’s obsession with snow globes. Whenever she sees one special enough, she has to bring it home. Her room is full of them”

Sam scoffed, a little knowing smile on his face “So when are you going to tell her man?”

“I’m sorry…what?” Dean questioned, a quizzical look on his face. He was completely thrown off by the question Sam had just directed at him.

“Y/N” Sam said bluntly “When are you going to admit you like her?”

Dean stared at his brother blankly, swallowing down his feelings and shrugging the question off “Again Sammy, like I said earlier, you don’t know what you’re talking about”

Sam broke the eye contact and looked down towards his boots, gently kicking the edge of the sidewalk “Sure I don’t. The way you looked at her back at the motel meant nothing either right?” Sam retorted, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“Sam just drop it ok?” Dean snapped, his gaze burning into the side of his little brothers face.

Sam however, would not drop it. He would bang your heads together if he could “If you like her, tell her” Sam stated.

Dean growled in annoyance “…and what, ruin everything that we have? Make her feel awkward, potentially put a bigger target on her back? No Sammy, I’m happy she’s in our lives. Let’s just leave it at that, end of conversation” Dean hated his little brother reading him like a book however he didn’t understand his own feelings towards you yet. He didn’t know if it was just a crush that would pass in time or if it was something that was rooted deeper. Dean wanted time to figure it out on his own but Sam already appeared to have worked it out himself.

Sam knew by the tone of his brother’s voice to not press the issue any further, if he did, it could cause an argument which would ruin the night you had wanted. So he did what his brother asked and left his questioning there, silence falling over the pair.

Inside the shop, you were in awe at all the little items you could see for sale. There were so many original and handcrafted things, you could spend a good hour in here looking through it all. However, you promised the boys you wouldn’t be long and your heart lay with the globe. You watched as the store assistant walked the snow globe over to the counter and placed it there, you were transfixed “It’s a very interesting globe, I’ve never seen one like this before” You mentioned, as you bent slightly to look at all of the detail engraved into the legs of the ornament.

The assistant smiled slightly as she placed one hand on her hips, the other gesturing towards the item in question “It’s very old dear, many owners have spoken different legends about this particular piece” She stated.

You looked up briefly as you took in the assistant’s complexion. She wasn’t old but wasn’t young, her hair was long and blonde, tied in a braid over her shoulder. Her blue eyes bore into yours as you looked at her, eager to learn more “Really? Like what?” You questioned as you went back to stare intently at the piece you were so close to adding to your collection. The assistant chuckled slightly as she walked behind you to close the glass doors to the window display “It is said that a lost soul was trapped inside many years ago until her love came to find her. If the globe were to break, she would be forever lost”

You gasped slightly, completely taken in by the story the assistant was spinning you, completely forgetting your hunters rationality “Oh no, so she could still be in there?” You questioned, your eyes never leaving the globe.

The assistant turned around to come back towards you when she noticed a familiar tattoo between your shoulder blades. As you were bent over slightly to take in all the details of the globe, your hair had fallen forward leaving clear sight of your anti possession tattoo. The blonde haired assistant frowned slightly, knowing full well at that moment what you were. She took a moment to compose herself before painting a fake smile on her face to walk around the counter to face you “It’s just a story dear” She mentioned softly, patting her hand on top of yours on the counter “Nothing to worry about”

With that single touch and a quiet whisper from the assistant, she had entered your mind and you were oblivious. You were so transfixed with the object in front of you, you had ignored your hunter’s instincts. You didn’t question the charms that were around the assistant’s neck, nor did you notice the spell book that was sat just behind the till on a stool. In this particular moment, you still hadn’t realised that the assistant in front of you was a witch and she was scouring your memories. Time had stood still for you.

The witch saw many flashes of your life in her mind. She saw how you fought, how you became seriously ill over one Christmas but thanks to your family, you still enjoyed yourself over the festive period. She saw how you became a hunter, the reasons behind it and she felt your pain. The witch was working through your memories as if they were a maze and with the correct turns, she happened upon your last few years. She saw the Winchesters and you in the bunker, laughing over something Castiel had said. She saw you hunting with them, training with them. She felt your fondness towards them, towards Dean. She smirked sadistically but that expression was soon knocked off her face when she saw the memories from earlier today.

The witch felt the anger bubble in the pit of her stomach when she saw that it was you and the Winchesters that had killed her friends earlier on that day. She snarled, she knew it wouldn’t be long until you would be after her, after all you had already made the slip up of not realising that she was part of the group or in fact, a witch. She knew she couldn’t risk letting you get away only for you to come back and kill her and oh, how she wanted to hurt the Winchesters. The brothers were basically famous and as much as she wanted to end their lives, killing them would be too easy, she wanted them to suffer like you had made her friends suffer. The blonde haired witch smiled smugly and with one hand on you and the other hand on the snow globe, she leant closer towards you and whispered “Altum somnum” A blue hue shone around you and the globe and within seconds, your eyes shut and you fell backwards onto the floor, the globe in your hand. The witch laughed vindictively, putting her hands together to think of the next steps of her plan. She never expected a hunter to walk right in to her store, let alone someone that was so close to the Winchesters. She felt like this was her lucky day and she was enjoying it.

Outside, Dean looked at his watch and frowned. He knew you liked to shop and he also knew that you were probably asking a million and one questions about the globe but something seemed off “She’s been in there for about ten minutes” Dean stated.

Sam looked at his brother, who was holding his watch and staring at the door of the shop “So? She’s probably buying more than one thing”

Dean shook his head “No Sammy, something’s not right here”

The eldest Winchester pushed himself off the impala and headed towards the trunk. He grabbed his beloved gun, checked the ammunition and placed it in the back of his jeans, pulling his shirt over it. Sam noticed the look on his brother’s face and knew he wasn’t messing around and he followed his brother as they made their way into the store.

Pushing the door open, a little bell sounded above them to notify the store of their arrival. Dean looked around cautiously and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end when you were nowhere to be seen. Sam was quick to notice this also and he motioned for Dean to take one side of the store while he took the other. Before the brothers got halfway through the store, the blonde witch came from behind a door and stopped dead in her tracks, a cunning smile on her face.

��Gentlemen” She gestured “What can I do for you?”

Dean snapped “Where’s our friend, she came in here ten minutes ago after a damn globe and hasn’t walked out since”

The witch had to force herself to not smile but before she could respond, Sam had walked around the counter to see you lying motionless on the floor.

“Dean!” Sam shouted, his voice deep and sharp as panic flooded his body. He looked towards the assistant with anger as he leapt forward to grab her, only for the witch to throw out both hands and magically push the brothers away from her. Sam went flying backwards into the wall whereas Dean had crash landed through some racking. The witch cackled loudly at the sight, her attention more so on Dean due to the memories she had previously seen. Sam briefly opened his eyes to see the witch’s attention on Dean, looking past her, he also saw the spell book on the stool behind the desk. Sam silently cursed and then faked being unconscious until the witch had walked past him, heading towards his brother. As soon as it was clear, Sam moved quickly towards her, tackling her and grabbing her arms in his to restrain her. The witch screamed in annoyance but she was no match for Sam’s larger frame.

Dean groaned as he got up out of the racking, a hand going towards the back of his head from where it had collided with the hard surface. He quickly got up and grabbed a nearby chair to assist Sam in restraining the witch. Dean also found a few scarves that were littered around to help bind her.

“She’s a witch” Sam spat, the anger in his voice evident as he tied the knots in the scarves tight around the witch’s wrists.

“No kidding Sam” Was Dean’s response, the sarcasm dripping off his words, his hands reaching around his back for his gun and he was thankful it was still equipped with witch killing bullets.

“You’re too late” The witch cackled, her eyes boring into Deans. The eldest Winchester lowered his gun slightly to look at Sam who was still crouched on the floor. Sam motioned to behind the counter before taking the gun out of Dean’s hands, taking over pointing it at the witch.

Dean’s eyes went wide as he ran around the counter to find you lying motionless on the floor. He skidded onto his knees and desperately took your head in his hands, willing you to move “Y/N come on sweetheart” He stressed, his hands pushing the hair out of your eyes.

The witch laughed loudly “It’s no use Winchester” She almost sung the words.

Dean growled “You shut your mouth” He shouted, his anger evident in his tone. He turned back to you and propped you up onto his knees, his arms cradling you as if the warmth of his body would stir a reaction “Come on sweetheart, open your eyes” Dean whispered, the desperation getting to him. He could feel his heart beating hard in his chest, he just wanted you to wake up.

Seeing his elder brother with you in his arms, motionless stirred something dark within Sam “What did you do to her?” Sam shouted as he pointed the gun closer to the witches face “We killed the rest of your little gang, you’ve got nothing left. What did you do to her?!” He roared.

The witch didn’t even flinch at Sam’s volume or tone, instead she just smirked, her head swaying slightly “Got quite a connection to her don’t cha boys?” She retorted, a cockiness to her tone.

Dean’s hands were all over your pulse points. He was checking your wrist and your neck repeatedly, the devastation of not finding one crushing him each time he failed “Sammy…Sammy I can’t find her pulse” Dean stressed, his eyes starting to glaze over as he looked towards his little brother. Realisation sinking in that he may have lost you.

The witch pouted towards the scene “Aww. Poor little hunter. She’s all dressed up with nowhere to go”

Dean’s anger flared as he placed you back on the floor, pacing towards the blonde haired assistant “You bitch!” Dean roared, his fist colliding with her jaw “You bring her back, right now!” He commanded, pointing towards your lifeless body.

The witch spat out some blood in the brothers direction “and why would I do that?” She sniggered, the blood staining her teeth. Dean grabbed the gun from his brother’s hands and aimed it point blank range at the witch’s forehead, spitting out his words clearly “Bring. Her. Back”

The witch just rested her head on the end of the gun, shaking her head slightly from side to side “Oh Dean, when will you let the dead be dead huh? She’s gone Dean, crossed over, left you and your pathetic little brother” She cackled and threw her head back with a hearty laugh. Dean’s nostrils flared and his finger was itching on the trigger. She brought her head back forward and stared into Dean’s eyes “and it was oh so worth it, just to see the look on your beautiful little face” She smirked.

Dean saw lost it, his finger squeezing the trigger on his gun. Blood splattered up the wall behind her before silence fell between the brothers. Dean’s position hadn’t moved, his gun was still aimed towards the now dead witch, staring blankly at the wound he had inflicted. Sam placed his hand over the gun and lowered it, taking it from his brothers grasp before he watched Dean run back around to where you were lying, sill motionless, still with the globe in your hand. He held you close to his body, rocking slightly back and forth as his tears spilled over onto your hair, his silent sobs racking his body.

Sam placed the gun in his jeans as he came to his brother’s side, his hand placed comfortingly on his shoulder “Dean” he stated softly. He knew you had passed, he knew you had gone and he knew how hard Dean was going to take this. All he could do was be there for him, to look after him for once instead of the other way around.

Dean looked up at his brother with glassy eyes as he held you closer to his body, his arms feeling empty even though you were there “Sammy, she can’t be…she just can’t be” Dean sobbed before he nuzzled his head back down towards you, resting it on your forehead.

Sam wiped his own tears away as he squeeze Deans shoulder reassuringly “We should take her home” He said softly.

Dean didn’t move, he just continued to cradle your body as Sam stood next to him, both of them silently grieving over you and what they had lost.

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