Dean Winchester x reader

part 29

Dean is barely conscious but he can open his eyes just enough to see the First Blade sitting on a grate a few meters away. Sam and you rush in from the opposite side of the warehouse at a fast run. Dean, using the little strength he has, wills the Blade into his hand. Just as he goes to swing up and stab the Blade into Metatron, Metatron buries an angel blade deep into Dean's chest with both hands. Dean gasps horribly as the sound of his blood pouring out of his body reverberates in the open warehouse...

"No!" You and Sam yell.

Everything goes in slow motion as Dean gasps for air. Metatron pulls the blade out of his chest. Dean's eyes slowly move to meet yours and Sam's eyes across the warehouse. You three share a gaze as Dean's life starts to ebb away.

The Angel Tablet falls to the floor and shatters into a thousand pieces as Dean's near lifeless body falls over. Sam and you race to him completely ignoring Metatron standing right there, angel blade dripping with Dean's blood. Sam grabs his brother's upper arm and pulls him back into a sitting position against the wall... You drop down on your knees, grabbing Dean's hand.

"Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey."

Dean's eyes shoot open as the warehouse starts to shake. Sam then remembers Metatron and goes to stab him with an angel blade. You hold Dean up, looking into his misty green eyes. Metatron disappears and appears in his heavenly office in front of Cas who is sitting in his chair.

"Well played, Castiel. Obviously, you and Gadreel managed to turn a few dead enders against me."

"Gadreel is dead."

"Ah. So Gadreel bites the dust. And the Angel tablet - arguably the most powerful instrument in the history of the universe - is in pieces, and for what again? Oh, that's right - to save Dean Winchester. That was your goal, right? I mean, you draped yourself in the flag of heaven, but ultimately, it was all about saving one human, right? Well, guess what. He's dead, too."

"And you're sitting in my chair."

Back in the warehouse, Sam is trying desperately to press a cloth to his brother's gaping chest wound. Dean struggles to talk...

"Sammy, Y/N, you gotta get out of here before he comes back."

"Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh. Shut up. Shut up. Just save your energy, all right? Oh, man. We'll stop the bleeding. We'll- we'll get you a doctor or- or I'll find a spell, you're gonna be okay."
"Sam..." You have already realized how this is gonna end.

"Listen to me. It's better this way."

"What?"

"The Mark. It's making me into something I don't want to be."

"Don't worry about the Mark. We'll figure out the Mark later. Just hold on, okay? Get you some help."

Sam pulls his brother's arm over his shoulder and grabs him around the waist and hauls him up. Dean moans in agony. You help Sam move Dean by grabbing Dean's waist on the other side.

In Heaven:

"You will never get away with this."

"Get away with what? You told a silly story to a group of less-than-believers. I'll clean up your mess in an hour."

"You give our brothers and sisters far too little credit. They will soon learn that you have been playing them."

"And then? They will do nothing because they are frightened little sheep following my crook wherever it leads. And where I'm taking them, back to our rightful place atop this mountain of human shame and excrement -- when that happens, trust me, they're not gonna care how they got there."