Supernatural One-Shots

One Last Time

I scream in pain as I watch myself get stabbed in the stomach by... me. I drop to the cold tile floor, instantly covered in my blood. The shape-shifter sneers at me, making my face turn dark and malicious, complete with blood-shot eyes. Just as it's about to lunge at me and finish the job, the door bursts open and Sam aims his gun at the shape-shifter.

"Party's over," he growls, pulling the trigger just as the creature jumps at him with a horrible screeching sound.

My look-a-like hits the floor in a crumpled heap. I watch, still on my knees, clutching at my stomach. The blood is pooling around my knees. I feel dizzy. I look up into Sam's wild eyes.

"Melody," his voice is barely a whisper.

He walks the two or three steps to me and joins me on his knees. It's such a fluid motion I can almost imagine he melted to the floor in grief. It's a fatal wound, I can tell... and so can Sam. He takes me in his arms, supporting my weakening body against his.

"Dean!" he shouts at the top of his lungs.

Dean comes running from down the hall and stumbles through the doorway, stopping in his tracks when he sees me. He knows I have minutes left to live. When Sam sees Dean's hopeless expression, he tenses up.

"No. There must be something we can do!" his voice is rising.

"Sam," Dean says quietly.

Sam doesn't hear him.

"Maybe- What if- We could-"

"Sam!" Dean stops Sam's incomplete sentences.

"Oh, Sammy, it's no use. I'm sorry," Dean shakes his head slowly.

I can visibly see Sam's heart breaking in the way he squeezes his eyes closed and hangs his head.

"Sammy, look at me," I say softly, not much louder than a whisper.

I reach up and lightly stroke his cheek with my right hand. He opens his eyes and looks at me, releasing one tear... and then another, and another. His tears form thin lines down his face. They run along his jaw-line and some drip onto my cheeks, mingling with my own tears.

"Listen, everything will be alright," I say.

My breathing is getting shallower. Just a few more minutes.

"Nothing will be alright without you," Sam chokes out.

He leans down and kisses me, letting our lips become one as they never have before. When he pulls our lips apart, he touches his forehead to mine. Each time I close my eyes, it gets harder and harder to open them again. I start coughing and I cringe at the pain that spikes through me with each one. When my coughing fit subsides, I can taste the metallic accent of blood in my mouth. One drop escapes and rolls down the corner of my lips. I can feel myself slipping away. I can hardly keep my eyes open and my voice is failing fast. I force my eyes open so I can look at Sam one last time.

"Sam, I..."

...love you...