Love in a bomb (Sam x male reader)

-epilogue-

1920
January 25
France - Paris

As I entered my house, a weird and uneasy feeling came over me. It felt unwelcoming. Like there was a stranger in my house. But I didn't hear any footsteps, no breathing, no creaking of the wood floors.... No heart beat.

There was no heart beat.

I ran through the hallway, dropping my coat on the way, into the kitchen. No one. Then the living room, then our room, the bathroom, the closets, the attic, the basement... No one.

He wasn't here.

He was always here when I came back from work, he waited in the kitchen while he cooked dinner. And I would walk in, wrap my arms around his waist and lay my head down on his shoulder. My eyes would admire his beautiful face as he was concentrating on whatever was steaming on the pan.

He would laugh as I tickled his neck with my lips. His giggle was the best thing you could ever experience hearing. It was soft and warm. It made me calm. I need his giggle right now.

But he isn't here, I don't have to think twice to know who is behind this.

Before I could jump into action my surroundings started to change. My dark and lonely house became a beautiful forest being hit with the sunset. It was just as beautiful as him. Just as welcoming.

"I see you like the environment I picked"

What?

"Castiel?"

I say turning around and meeting the one man I thought I would never see again.

"Hello, Elijah"

"I need to go, Raphael needs me. I don't know where he is! Let me-"

"You won't be able to find him."

"What do you mean, I just need to pick up his sent I know who's got him. Just let me go find my hu-"

"Elijah you don't understand, where he is, you can't go"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Elijah, you can't get to him."

I can't get to him? What the fuck does that mean? I can go anywhere if it means saving my husband, he can't have gone far. His sent is still very strong. He's been gone for an hour or so.

"Elijah..."

No. No he's not, he can't be. He was just here. I can still smell him on my clothes. Lucifer wouldn't-

"You're lying, he's not gone. Stop lying!"

"I'm not Elijah. I'm sorry it's too late. He's in heaven"

"No, bring him back! Get him back!"

"I can't"

"Yes you can! You're an angel Castiel!"

"It's not gods will, Ellie"

"Don't! Don't call me that! Leave!"

"Elijah-"

"If your not going to help I'll do it myself!"

1926
January 25
Bulgaria, Sofia

Exactly six years ago, my husband, Raphael Corina left this world. I tried, I really did.

I tried everything to go up and get him down. I tried to convince Castiel, I talked to demons I tried it all. Nothing worked. He's still up there.

He's probably watching me, he's probably mad. Mad at me for throwing my life away to search for him even though that I deep down knew there was no chance I'd ever see him again. When I die, if I die, I won't go up. I'll go down, back to were I belong.

I've moved to Bulgaria because the neighbors started becoming suspicious about the fact that in 5 whole years nothing and changed about me. That I still looked 20. Thats my curse. I can't die.

No matter how hard I try, I can't. I'm immortal. Well technically not fully. If I'm in the vicinity of my one and only love I am able to die. But now that my love is dead, I am 100% immortal. No matter how much I wished I could grow, change, live and die. I can't.

I'll never get gray hairs, I'll never get kids, I'll never build a long relationship, I'll never get married. I'll always be alone. I'll always have to leave the people closest to me for their safety. Mine too of course. If a hunter ever found me, they'd probably kill all my friends. That's why I don't make any.

No connection meas no pain. If someone does because of me it doesn't hurt because I don't get attached. I did once, and learned my lesson.

I'll never let anyone into my heart, home and soul again. No one will touch and feel my lips and love ever again.

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Epilogue is out, if this gets seen then I will continue. If not then I'll just keep going for myslef 🤍

All the love, max 💕