(Y/N)'s POV:
"Dean... you know the hellhounds won't stop until they have me. You know that."
I sighed, knowing Dean won't stop until he gets his way. I love him so much...but he can be so stubborn sometimes.
"But I can try." He replied, another sigh leaving my lips.
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I glanced back at Dean's sleeping form one more time, he had planned on keeping me safe today. But he would've gotten hurt, so I was getting Sam to drive to my old house. This is where it was going to happen. Everything was going to end how it started.
I sighed, putting on my shirt and walking out. Tears pricked my eyes as I turned back once more to glance at the note on the desk. The note was a bunch of stuff all together, and the two rings lay ontop of it.
They had to go to someone.
I walked into the hallway, wiping my eyes and watching as Sam grab the keys. He glanced back at me and whispered across the room, "Hey. You ready?"
I nodded silently, following him with tearful eyes that I soon realized matched his.
I walked out to the car with Sam, and I sat in the passenger seat. He looked at me for a long second, before turning the radio on. It was a song Dean listened to all the time.
I would miss him so much.
We soon arrived at my childhood home, and Sam pressed his lips into a firm line. "We're here..." he sniffled, and I turned to face him.
He scooted closer, wrapping his arms around me. I squeezed my eyes shut, a sob leaving my throat.
"Thank you..."
He muttered into my hair, hugging me tight. "For what?" I replied, pulling back to look at him.
"Making us happy. Especially Dean."
I smiled bitterly, reaching for the door handle. Sam did too, making me freeze.
"You better stay in here... Don't wanna risk anything." I replied, kissing his cheek hugging him again, unable to help myself.
"I love you, (Y/N)." he whispered as I watched more tears escape his eyes. He smiled through tears, giving my shoulder a pat.
"I love you too, Sam... you know that." I got out, closing the door and walking inside the house.
Sam's POV:
I felt so bad for not telling Dean. The guilt was eating me up inside. I could literally fucking scream right now.
(Y/N) was Dean's happiness. And he literally offered to put himself in front of her so he would protect her. I didn't want to do this... but (Y/N) was right. Dean would be putting himself in danger if he tried to keep her safe. And those hellhounds definitely would not give up until they had (Y/N) dead.
I watched as she walked inside the simple looking house. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do now.
Wait until she's eaten?
Drive off and leave?
I didn't want to do either of those. So, I just sat there in thought.
I was even breaking Hazel's trust. I hadn't told her about this...
She was peacefully sleeping at home. In our bed.
It wasn't fair. Why did anyone have to die. Someone's always dying. It's not fair.
Dean's POV:
I shoved the covers off myself, feeling emptiness next to me in bed.
I turned on the lamp, seeing rumpled sheets, and no (Y/N).
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Please Don't Leave Me (Winchesters X Reader)
Fiksi Penggemar"A motel down the street, with suspisously stained walls. 40 missed calls from Dean Winchester, and 20 messages from Sam. I'm not going back." (Chapter 23 quote) HEY GUYS PLEASE READ THIS STORY, IVE WORKED REALLY HARD ON IT!!!! Also, please comment...