Our Pasts - Supernatural

Chapter 13

You, Charlie, and Krissy had formed a pretty tight bond while she was healing.

"Hmmm...would you rather...cut off all of Sam's hair or get the tiniest scratch on Dean's car?" Krissy asked you while you were reaching for the Fritos. It was late at night when you were playing "Would you rather?"

"Easy. I would rather die than see Sam's gourgeous locks not present." you replied. You two both cracked up as Dean came in.

"I have heard that (Y/N) is going to scratch my car. I will personally kill you in an abandoned parking lot."

"Dude, chill! It's a game for god's sake!"

"Well, have you seen Charlie recently?"

"No...why?"

"Come to think of it, where's Cas and Sammy? I'll call Sam." then a phone rang.

"Huh. He left his phone." he answered.

"Hello?"

"Sam, this is Casti-"

"Hey, Cas, this is Dean. What do you need Sam for?"

"Oh. I was just calling to say hi. This call is pointless." then he hung up.

"Okay...ummm...I'm gonna go process what that was..." he walked out. Then Sam walked in.

"Oh, hey Sammy! Cas called you." you said.

"Thanks, (Y/N). I'll call him back later.'

"You are welcome."

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You were reading late at night when your phone rang.

"Yello?"

"(Y/N)! I NEED HELP! QUICK! BLACKBIRD MOTEL! ROOM 28!" you hung up and pulled on some clothes. You ran out the door as you pulled on your sweater. The motel was really close and you weren't gonna cause suspicion, so you ran there with an angel blade. You heard that the boys lost a man they were interrogating. Can never be too careful.

You walked in to see that the door was ripped off of its hinges, covered in blood. Your stomach churned, afraid that Charlie was...gone.

A man lunged and tackled you from behind. You instantly got wet and sticky because of some warm substance coming from the man's arm. He had ripped it off.

You attempted to stab him, but without success. He picked you up and threw you against the wall, and started to pound your head and every part of your body against the wall. Bleeding you to death. You finally stabbed him and you were thrown back. When you were, you caught a glimpse of Charlie in the tub, gutted. Blood everywhere. That would soon be you too. You pushed a button on your phone, alerting the boys with an automatically sent message.

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Dean's P.O.V

I was sitting on the couch, watching South Park when my phone went off. I picked it up and saw it was a text from (Y/N). My eyes widened in fear when I saw it.

Dean or Sam! I need help! I am down the way at the Blackbird. Bring weapons!

I jumped up and went to get Sam.

"SAM! GET SHOES ON! NOW!"

"What's goin on?"

I didn't answer. I just jumped into the car with an angel blade and shotgun and drove off.

When I got there, it was a wreck. No door, blood everywhere. Then a bloody figure limped in.

"I can do this all day, you son of a bitch..."

(Y/N) trailed off and fell to the ground. I wiped the blood from her face and held her in my arms.

"Hey, Dean..."

"Hey hey hey, it's gonna be ok. We're gonna patch you up, and get Charlie, and we're all gonna watch Star Wars, huh? That'll get you all better."

"D-dean. I'm not gonna make it. Charlie's dead, too."

"No no no... This can't be happening. I'm gonna bring you ba-"

"No. D-don't bring me back. It'll cause more grief for me, and I will hunt your ass down if you do. Maybe I will be able to go back to the old days, my old apple-pie life..." then I saw all life drain from her eyes, and her body went limp.

She was gone, but I still was calling her name.

"Cas! Get your feathery ass down here!"

"Yes Dean?"

"Please. I can't leave them."

"I don't have enough power to revive them both."

I looked at Sam, who was holding Charlie.

"B-bring Charlie back."

"De-"

"No arguments! Bring her back." then I heard Charlie cough.

"I have work to do."