The Rise of Dawn - Dean Winchester

Chapter 24. Long Time No See, Sadness

"Look Dean, we are missing a show," Michael said as he released a grip on Dean's throat, making him fall to the ground in a coughing fit.

Castiel and Sam rushed to Niamh's lifeless body and as Dean took notice of that his face started to go from red to pale.

"The only person who had a chance of matching with me, killed by her own team. Pathetic." Michael sneered, wiping his fingers on his palms, getting rid of sweat from his vessel's hands.

"Niamh," Dean croaked out and crawled on the floor to get to her.

Her body was tense and the warmth she was emitting was slowly being replaced by a deathly cold spreading through her body. Her face was pale, with only color dark red that was of blood pouring out of her nose.

"I will wait here for your mourning to finish, like a good villain you see in the movies." Michael taunted and sat at the white leather couch crossing his legs and leaning over the matching cushion.

"I am so sorry," Jack tried to apologize

"Shut up or I swear to God imma kill you. You've done enough." Dean growled and sent the boy a death stare.

"Dean, take her away from here, we'll fight Michael."

As Dean picked Niamh's body in his hands, Michael stopped him, "Where do you think you're going?"

"Let me take her from here then I will be back to finish your ass."

"I am feeling charitable so I will allow it but just because I don't want anything to distract me when I start killing you one by one."

Dean disappeared from the penthouse with Niamh in his arms, her limbs dangling down as Dean descended the endless stairs of the building. He could've used the elevator, but he wanted to be close to her for as long as he could. He wasn't paying attention to the stairs, due to tears blurring his vision, some of them dripping onto her face.

As Dean exited the skyscraper, a cold and big wind picked up, making his hair on his arms and head stand up due to a weird feeling. The wind wasn't like any other November wind. It was mixed with cold and hot air. And it was loud.

A sound of heavy rain hitting the pavement and the roof of his car pierced his ears. Big raindrops poured over his and Niamh's body, soaking her hair.

"Look, it's raining." He sniffled. "You won't have to wash your hair." A sad laugh left his salty lips. "God is taking care of you." Dean cried through a whisper, stroking Niamh's cheek and washing a deathly blood which poured slowly above her upper lip.

He rushed inside his car, laying her body to rest at the backseat. His eyes were only focusing on her pale face adorned with her dark strands of hair that wind has messed up. With his shaky fingers, he traced the lines of her face, moving the hair from it before cupping her cold cheek with his calloused palm, whispering apologies through his sobs.

"I will come back for you, I promise. You don't deserve any of this." Dean placed a wet and salty kiss on her cold lips before covering her up with his jacker and slamming closed the back door of his car.

He wiped his eyes with a dark unbuttoned shirt and replaced a sad expression with an angry one, storming back inside the building. 

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A/N

this is like the shortest chapter ever......sorreh

a few more and we're at the end :'(

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