Supernatural One-Shots

The Last Thing I See

I lay on the cold wooden floor, my blood beginning to pool beneath me. My hair is turning red as the stain stretches across the floor. I hear banging around and shouting outside of the room I'm in. I'm too weak to call out. I manage to turn my head to face the door.

It bangs open, slamming into the wall beside it, and Dean rushes in. My vision is slightly blurred with tears. He runs towards me and collapses on his knees, sliding a bit on the smooth wooden panel flooring.

"Oh, Melody," his voice sounds so broken.

Now he's kneeling in my blood, but he doesn't' seem to notice.

"Dean," I manage to whisper.

Sam appears in the doorway, out of breath, but Dean doesn't seem to notice. Dean leans forward to look at my wound, a large gash in my abdomen, only to lean back on his heels. There's nothing he can do.

We all know it.

"No!" he yells, slamming his fist on the blood-soaked ground.

"Dean," Sam says gently from the doorway.

Dean ignores him. I try to lift my hand, even this task becoming impossible. Dean grabs my hand and holds it to his cheek, my fingers catching his salty tears.

"I... love you," I whisper, hardly any sound coming out.

"I love you, too," he says.

He leans closer and kisses me; gentler than I ever knew him to be capable of. He pulls back and I smile. I start coughing, which hurts more than any pain I've known. Tears flow harder down the sides of my face. When I stop coughing I can taste blood in my mouth and feel some of it trickle along the side of my chin.

I look up into Dean's eyes, wanting that to be the last thing I see... I stare until I can no longer keep my eyes open. I let them close and feel Dean cradle me in his arms.

I take one last breath, wanting to take his scent with me.

I let out my breath in a long, slow sigh, and then...