PART FOUR:
The sound of water dripping woke you from your unconscious state. You opened your eyes, and shook your head. Which caused sharp pain to shoot through your head. You let out a groan and tried to move. Key word tried. You couldn’t move more than a few inches. You looked behind your back and saw you were tied to a old, rusty pole.
“[Y/N]!” You heard your name called. Your head snapped up and you saw Sam, he was tied to another pole.
“Sam! Over here!” He looked at you. He took a deep breath, “Where’s Dean?”
“I don’t know.” Sam said. I wiggled around, trying to get free. It was useless. Two voices came from down the sewer pipe. You watched as Dean walked in followed by… you!? Well, it couldn’t be you, because you were tied up. Another skin-crawler!
“Aw, they're awake!” the fake-you said mockingly. The fake-Dean laughed and kissed ‘your’ cheek. “I think I like this skin.” fake-you smiled. You didn’t like how she was talking about you, while she was wearing your face.
“Listen, you no-good for nothing, bag of dicks, let Sam and I go or else…” You trailed off. The fake-Dean just laughed, he walked over to you and grabbed your chin tightly. He forced you to look in his eyes.
“You see, whore. The brothers her, killed my brother a few years back.” fake-Dean said. He chuckled and pulled out a knife. “I’m in his head, I can see what he really thinks of you.” He waved the knife in front of your face.
“Leave her alone!” Sam yelled. Fake-you laughed punching him in the gut. He made a noise and then stayed quiet.
“He hates you, he hates that he knows you screwed his baby brother.” Fake-Dean said. He ran the knife down your cheek, you could feel the blood running down your cheek.
“You know you liked all the things Sam, here showed you.” Fake-you said. She walked around, coming to stand by fake-Dean. She leaned on him, her arms around his neck. She looked at you with your eyes.
“No!” You snapped. They laughed, but were stopped short when a gunshot rang through the small room. Fake- Dean dropped to the floor. Fake-you turned around, her eyes landed on the real Dean Winchester.
“Dean!” You said. Pulling at the rope, he looked at you then the fake-you.
The fake-you walked towards him. “You know she still wants, Sam. She craves his touch again. She never really cared for you.” She said. Dean looked at you, you shook your head.
“Dean, it isn’t true! I care so fucking much!” You yelled. Dean held the gun, pointing it at fake-you. He pulled the trigger and fake-you fell to the ground. She was dead. Dean cut Sam free, then he ran to you. After cutting you free, he held your face in his hands.
“Dean--” You were interrupted by his lips on yours. He kissed you tenderly, his hands barely touching your skin.
Once, he pulled away he looked at you. “[Y/N], I love you.” He said. You felt tears in your eyes. You couldn’t speak you kissed him again, wrapping your arms around his neck. He picked you up and carried you out of the sewer.
That night, he didn’t let you go. But, you two did make your own memories. You knew it was all better, because truth was… both mistakes were because everyone was drunk. Two Drunk Mistakes.
[Final Part... How was this one? WAs it a good ending? Well, now onto Sam... maybe Cas... or some one else!!!]
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