Centuries

Alternate Ending

"Dean!" I push away from Sam and rush over to where Dean lay. His breathing is shallow and I watch as he struggles to lift his head so that those green eyes can meet mine. When they do, I can see how much Dean wanted to just give up and slip into a sweet sleep where he wouldn't be able to wake up. "Dean," My voice is softer this time as I kneel next to him.

"Hey, Sweetheart," Dean's voice is rough and low.

"You're going to be fine," I tell him as I lay my hand on his bloodied face. I turn and look for Cas and see he's already making his way to us. "Cas," I yell towards the angel. I can heat the shaking in my voice. "Dean doesn't have much longer."

I turn back when I feel Dean's hand covers mine. I notice the blood slowly tricking from the corner of his mouth and before I can get a word out he says, "We did it." Dean tries to smile but instead coughs and more blood comes out.

"Cas!" I yell again. "Hurry your feathered ass up." The shaking is more clear in my voice. I don't want Dean to die. I need him to live and not just for me. But for Sam too.

"I got this," I feel the soft hand of Michael on my shoulder. I look up to see the blonde hair, blue eyed archangel staring at Dean. The two hate each other but for the second time that day, I see the two come to a silent agreement. "I'll be able to heal you better than my brother."

"Get on with it then," Dean rasps out.

Michael didn't give me much of a choice. He gently moves me aside and takes my place next to Dean. Dean stares at the archangel before him as he places a hand over Dean's head and closes his eyes. There is a faint glow from Michaels hands and within a minute, Dean is fully healed, No more cuts and bruises on his skin. The tired look in his eyes is also gone and the blood that came from his mouth is gone as well.

"I will never get used to that or tired of it," Dean says, standing up and taking a look around. "I guess I should thank you." Dean holds his hand out to Michael who looks at it and then takes it into his own.

"I did it for Y/N," Michael looks towards me and those blue eyes are glued to mine. I can see every kind of emotion behind them. "She didn't need the pain of losing someone close to her."

"Still," Dean's hand holds onto Michaels and let's his eyes wander to where I stand. I can see that Dean has realized that he isn't the only one who loves me. "Thank you," Dean lets go of the archangel's hand. "Let's all go home," Dean adds.

***

"What about us? I just got you back."

I turn to face Dean, the tears slowly roll down my cheeks. "I don't know," I whisper enough for him to hear. Dean drops his head and rubs his face. "I need time for myself. I can't stand being here after everything that I did. After I let Michael do the things that he did to me." I lower my head when Dean's snaps up.

"Let?" The rough, hardness in Dean's voice is almost enough to send a shiver down my back. "What do you mean let?"

I look up and see Dean's eyebrows are knit together. He knows but he wants to hear it out loud and part of me doesn't want to say it but I know I have to. "Back on that boat, Michael and I slept together. "Dean's face grows hard. "Then back at the motel, we took a walk and I let him touch me and kiss me."

Dean breathes deeply and I can see the blood drain from his face. The frustration is replaced with hurt. Dean's green eyes glass over with sadness. Part of me feels bad that I hurt him, but the other part of me knows that it'll be easier for him to let me go.

Dean sniffles and looks away from me. I don't blame him, I wouldn't want to look at me either if I learned I cheated on me. "Did you ever love me?" He asks me in that same hard tone.