Wings of Desire -Dean Winchester x Fem Reader-

Chapter 19

Y/N

My trembling hands gazed at Dean's still-warm body lying in front of me. The body that once felt warm, full of life in my hands, now lay lifeless and without a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

I lowered my head, tears still falling onto his chest, and sobs desperately escaping from my chest. I took his hand in mine, placing a kiss filled with hope and tenderness.

In these moments, I just wish my mother were here, guiding me step by step as only she knows how to do. But it seems this time I have to do it alone. I'm so afraid of failing, so afraid that this might be the last time I see his beautiful green eyes that light up every time we look at each other.

Taking a preparatory breath, I gather courage. The first thing I do is tear Dean's shirt, exposing his chest, but most importantly, his anti-possession tattoo. Then, I turn to retrieve the First Blade. I need a knife, but all I can reach right now is his blade.

My hand trembles incessantly with the First Blade in hand. I must do it; I can't keep waiting. I take a final breath, "I'm sorry, my little toy. This is going to hurt a bit," I say in a whisper, more for myself, to feel that he is still with me.

I take the First Blade and gently pass it over his anti-possession tattoo, breaking the skin a bit so that it loses its protective effect. After letting the blade fall to the side, I close my eyes for a moment, channeling all the energy I still have, remembering my mother's voice guiding me step by step.

When I open my eyes, they are my usual icy-blue and deep red. I open my right hand, creating a light energy that completely covers Dean's chest.

My heart raced with a mixture of fear and determination, hoping that this desperate attempt would yield the results I so desperately desired.

The glow intensified, as I feel all the energy running from my body all the way thru my hand and into Dean. The room seemed to hold its breath as I focused on channeling the energy. A soft hum filled the air, resonating with the power coursing through my fingertips. The warmth of the energy clashed with the cold reality of Dean's lifeless form beneath my hands.

In the midst of the ritual, memories of our shared moments flooded my mind—laughter, battles fought side by side, and the unspoken connection between us. The weight of the responsibility I carried pressed down on me, but the love I felt for Dean fueled my determination.

With a surge of effort, I intensified the flow of energy, pouring every ounce of my strength into this type of ritual. The room vibrated with an unseen force, and the air crackled around us.

The process was grueling. The seconds passing like an eternity. Just when doubt threatened to creep in, a sudden warmth emanated from Dean's chest.

Breathless, I withdrew my hand, my eyes fixed on Dean's now serene face, meaning somehow it work, he's here with me again. I waited with bated breath for any sign of life. "Come on Dean, open your eyes please". Suddenly, Dean's eyelids fluttered, and a deep breath filled his lungs. Dean's gaze met mine "y/n, what happen?" what the first thing he say with a husky voice. 

Relief washed over me. However, the victory was bittersweet. The toll of the ritual weighed heavily on me, and I slumped beside Dean, weary but grateful for the chance to rewrite the fate that had threatened to tear us apart. The battle may have ended, but the echoes of its impact lingered in me. "baby, hey hey" Dean say giving me a light pat on the face. 

He was very scared and lost amidst all that had happened. Probably thinking that all the blood surrounded us was mine plus there were no familiar faces in sight at first glance. I could feel his unease; he was about to start panicking.