Supernatural Series Rewrite- Season 10

Halt & Catch Fire: Part One

Where is the damn thing? There are only so many places one can hide a remote. God, you could have sworn Dean had it here. You yank the mattress of the bed and haphazardly let it fall back onto the box spring. You open his dresser drawers and start flinging clothes out of it. I'm gonna fucking kill him. I'm going to fucking KILL HIM. Where is the damn thing?!

For the past month, you've made sure to be on your best behavior in hopes he would give up the remote for the thing on your neck. They're both still on edge with you being around but that's not your problem anymore. Your hands are itching to break something so you grab the first thing you can reach which just so happens to be a picture of you and Dean on your wedding day.

You pause to look at the picture and allow the memories to come flooding back.

"Do you, Dean Winchester, take Y/N Singer to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do," he said.

He took your engagement ring and slid it onto your left ring finger, and you admired how it shined brightly as if it were meant to be there.

"Do you, Y/N Singer, take Dean Winchester to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do," you sniffled.

You took out John Winchester's wedding ring and slid it onto Dean's left ring finger.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Dean pulled you in by your waist, and you met him halfway. Your lips molded together, fitting perfectly together. There are no two people better suited for each other than you and Dean. Your minds, bodies, and souls melded together so that you're one. There was no one else you wanted to spend the rest of your life with than Dean.

Now you can't think of anything worse than being his wife. You toss the picture onto the bed just as the bedroom door opens.

"What the hell did you do to my room?"

"I've been nothing but good this entire month. Get this damn thing off my neck."

"Not until your soul is back."

You take two deep breaths to calm yourself otherwise you'll strangle him.

"Baby, I'm fine. I'm okay now. I'll be good."

You slither up to his side and grab the sides of his face gently. You pull him down and kiss him to prove to him you'll do what you say you're gonna do. Dean knows this is a ploy but he can't help but kiss you back. Damn, he misses kissing you. You feel so good against him and he momentarily forgets what you're asking of him.

As your lips move against him, your hands roam his body. You make it seem like you just want to touch him when you're really looking for the damn remote. Something snaps in Dean's brain and he pulls away from you slightly.

"It's not on me."

You huff out in anger, push him away from you, and storm out of his bedroom. Dean starts cleaning his room when he spots the picture of you two at your wedding. Seeing that causes a headache to form. The headache gets so bad that he sinks to the ground with his head in his hands.

"Hello?! Dean!" you yell. "Anyone??"

The room you're in is pitch black but there is a white hue of it that isn't quite breaking into the room. You can barely see one foot in front of you so you have to walk around with your hands out in front of you. You hit the wall and feel around for a door or a window. Maybe a light switch if you're lucky.

All four corners and nothing. You're trapped inside of this box with nowhere to go and no one to talk to. Blue magic swirls around your hands with the hope of lighting your way. There is nothing in this room. Nothing to do. No one to talk to. No Dean. No Sam. You're completely alone.