Supernatural One-Shots

Unwanted Goodbyes

I scream as the knife pierces the tender flesh of my left forearm. I'm tied to a chair, and have been for a few days now. The creature before me snickers and pushes the blade a little deeper into my arm. I scream again. Louder. I feel like I'm drowning in my tears as I watch my blood glide around the knife's blade and slip down my arm, dripping onto the floor. I'm trying to hold my breath to keep from sobbing, but it's not working very well.

"Melody!" I hear Dean's muffled yell.

I can hear him running down the stairs to find me. The creature- I don't even know what it is- looks up, towards the sound of my rescuer. It removes the blade from my arm and slithers back into the shadows. Not a moment later the door bangs open.

Dean.

He rushes over to me and begins untying my arms. He frees one.

"Dean-" I start weakly, seeing the creature making its way closer to Dean's turned back, "-look out," I whisper.

But it's too late. He stands up and turns halfway around, just as the creature reaches him. In one fluid motion, it slips the knife around from behind Dean and shoves it into his heart. Dean lets out a strangled cry then slumps to the ground as the creature yanks the knife back out of his chest.

"No!" I cry.

The creature turns to me, no doubt planning to finish what it started. Then Sam appears in the doorway with the salt rifle in his hands.

"Hey, dirtbag!" he yells, getting its attention.

It lets out a sort of growl and gets ready to pounce. It doesn't get farther than that because Sam fires, hitting the creature in the chest. It screeches and howls before exploding into a fine black dust. I loose the binds on my other arm and fall to the floor beside Dean, forgetting my feet are still tied together. Sam has rushed over and now has Dean's head propped up on his lap.

"Come on, Dean," he says.

"Take care of her," Dean says, looking at me but speaking to Sam.

"Dean-" Sam starts.

"Sammy? Promise?" Dean interrupts, looking up into Sam's eyes.

"Promise," Sam smiles sadly.

"Hold me," Dean whispers to me, "like I never let you when you tried."

I carefully transfer Dean's head from Sam's lap to mine. I let my right hand stroke Dean's hair, and my left hand is draped across his chest. Dean closes his eyes against my touch, trembling noticeably.

He's afraid.

So am I.

I look down at Dean's blood, pooling on the floor and beginning to branch out in tendrils, snaking its way closer to the pool of my blood beside the chair. I watch as our blood mingles, swirling in its own twisted dance; becoming one. I look back at Dean. He's looking at me with his sparkling green eyes.

"What is it?" I ask softly.

"I love you," he all but whispers, "I don't say it enough."

I smile.

"I love you, too," my voice comes out a little more like a hiccup.

He smiles and lets out a breathy laugh. He reaches up with his right hand and brushes my hair out of my face. He runs a section of it though his fingers.

"I've always loved your long hair. Never cut it," he says.

"You know I won't," I reply.

I smile weakly, hardly noticing as the tears begin sliding down my dust-stained cheeks, leaving behind visible trails of pain. Dean slips his hand behind my head and pulls me down to him. Our lips touch and sobs slam into my chest, shattering my heart into miniscule shards which pierce my lungs, my throat, everything. I squeeze my eyes closed, wishing with all that I am this is just a nightmare; that any second I'll wake up and Dean will be asleep in the next bed, completely unharmed and not dying. But the throbbing in my forearm and head remind me that this is all too real.

A living nightmare.

I kiss Dean. For all I'm worth I kiss him. My left hand rests lightly on his right cheek, anchoring me to him. My right hand keeps his soft tufts of short hair company. He holds my face gently between his palms, slowly losing his strength. My hair falls over us, like a curtain. It hides us away from the world, trapping us in this one blissful moment. I can taste the faint metallic tang of blood on his lips. It all ends too soon and I straighten up, pushing my hair out of the way. My shoulders begin to shake and I'm silently gasping for air between sobs.

"Melody," Dean says softly, caressing my cheek with his fingertips.

"Don't go. Dean, you can't!" I cry.

Surely my face has contorted with my tears, and yet Dean continues to look at me with his shining, now dimming eyes. He's leaving too quickly. There's not enough time! He smiles at me.

"It's time," he says.

"Dean, quit being dramatic. You're a fighter, so fight this!" Sam speaks, pleading with his elder brother.

"Not this time. Bye, Sammy," he looks at him for a moment before looking at me again.

"Goodbye, Melody," he whispers, his breathing slowing, and then it stops altogether.

His eyes close and he's still.

"No!" I yell.

I scream and cry, inflicting my pain on anyone close enough to hear. Breathing is hard, and I find it to be pointless now. I collapse on Dean's body, my hair now soaked with blood, and I weep.

He's gone.