Fragments of Tomorrow (Supernatural Fanfiction Book 5)

Resurrection of the Heart

Dean's Point of View:

The world feels like it's closing in, every corner of it leading back to one inescapable truth: war. Crowley's back, and this time, I can feel the weight of what's coming pressing down on my chest. His forces may be smaller, but he's more dangerous—focused, ruthless, and aiming directly at us. I hear them talking in the next room about keeping me out of the fight. Sam, Birch, Bobby, Castiel... everyone is strategizing about where to hide me, how to keep me out of Crowley's reach.

But I can't sit this out.

Not again.

I made a promise—one that I intend to keep, even if it costs me everything.

Sam's Point of View:

I can see the determination etched into Dean's face, and it scares the hell out of me. We've been through so much, and every part of me is screaming to protect him. But no matter what I say, no matter how hard I try to convince him, Dean's already made up his mind.

"You're not going in," I tell him, standing firmly between him and the Impala as we gear up for the final battle. "I can't lose you, Dean. Not again."

Dean just stares back at me, his eyes dark, hollowed by the burdens he carries. "This is my fight too, Sam."

I shake my head, desperation clawing at my insides. "Not this time."

Without warning, Dean shoves past me, pushing me out of the way—literally. For a guy whose legs barely work, his strength catches me off guard. He limps toward the battlefield, each step labored but determined. I want to stop him, to drag him back, but I know that look in his eyes.

There's no stopping him.

Birch's Point of View:

Watching Dean walk away... I can't breathe. My whole body feels frozen, torn between wanting to stop him and knowing that he's going to fight whether we want him to or not. Crowley's already taken so much from us. I can't let him take Dean too. But I'm powerless—crippled by my own fear of what I am, what I might be capable of if I tried to use my powers.

True love. Healing. Those are the gifts of a healer angel. I've known it for a long time, but I've buried that truth, terrified of what would happen if I tried and failed.

Dean's walking into hell, and I can't do anything but watch.

Battlefield – Dean's Point of View:

Crowley's waiting for me, a smug smirk plastered across his face as his minions scatter. The power rolling off him is enough to choke the air around me. But I don't care. I've been here before, facing down death in the form of a demon king. I've fought harder battles.

This time, though, my body isn't cooperating. My legs, though stronger, are still weak. Every step feels like I'm dragging dead weight, but I push forward, swinging my blade with everything I have left. Crowley dodges easily, laughing.

"You think you can beat me, Dean Winchester?" His voice is like acid, mocking me. "You can't even walk right."

I grit my teeth and swing again, this time grazing him. "Watch me."

Sam's voice rings out from behind me, trying to get to me, trying to help. But I shove him away with one brutal push. This is my fight. Crowley's mine.

The battle stretches on, each hit I take feels like it's breaking something inside me. But I keep going. Crowley throws me to the ground, and my legs give out completely. But I still fight, crawling, dragging myself toward him, refusing to give up.