Lost | Dean Winchester [2]

Chapter 14

The night that I found myself standing on that bridge, just one step away from falling to my death, I had never imagined I would end up here, laying next to my savior as he slept.

Watching Dean like this made my chest hurt. It felt like someone was reaching through my ribcage and crushing my heart between their fingers. And I didn't know how to ease this pain that I was feeling.

"Hey, are you okay?" I heard Dean say, his fingers stroking over my hip.

"I'm gonna miss you," I whispered, reaching out to stroke my fingers along his jaw. "So much."

I was no stranger to death. Since I was twelve years old, death was all I'd known. It had just never occured to me that I'd find myself here, grieving somebody that was still alive.

"You know when people ask you where you see yourself in five years?" I found myself asking. "If things were different, where do you think we'd be in five years?"

He sighed. "I don't know. I've never really thought much about the future."

"I like to think we'd have a house."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhm." I nodded, a smile playing at my lips. "We'd have bacon in the morning, and then we'd go out to our normal jobs."

"What jobs?"

"I don't know, but it wouldn't be like this," I told him. "There'd be no demons, or shapeshifters, or whatever else infects this world. We'd be safe."

We laid there in silence for a moment then, just watching each other as images of our alternate life played in my mind.

"Would you ever want kids?" I asked. I didn't even know why I was asking, really, but I suppose I did want to know.

"I'd love kids."

"Boy or girl?"

"I dunno," he said, bringing his hand up to trace my elbow under the covers. "I guess I've never really thought about it."

"I think you'd be an amazing dad."

I watched as a look of sadness crossed his face then. "Maybe."

"I wish we could live that life instead," I said, emotion climbing up my throat. "I wish we had more time."

"I know."

He reached towards me then, wrapping his arms around my shoulders as he pulled me to him. I could hear the shallow breaths escaping his throat as I laid with my head resting against his chest. He was crying.

And so was I.

It wasn't long until I could taste the salt on my lips, his t-shirt growing damp beneath my face.

It truly hurt to know that in less than a year we would never see each other again. It hurt even more to know where his soul would soon reside. In Hell.

"I love you, Dean Winchester."

"I love you too."