Friends after all - Dean Winchester x Reader

Chapter 34 - The End

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"It was Dean, he was in a car accident. He's at the hospital (Y/n)."

The words kept swimming in your mind, Sam's voice echoing inside your head, as you took step after step. You looked like you would pass out any given moment and you honestly didn't feel any much better. If you even felt anything after this. You were literally numb on the inside, feeling dull. Your head felt so light as if you had lost all of your abilities to think of anything in general. And then there was that pain at the back and front of your head that made you squint your eyes. You literally dragged your feet, your head bowed down all the time as you gripped onto Sam's arm.

It didn't take much for both you and him to each your destination. You took in a breath but it was shaky. You clenched your jaw and gripped onto Sam's arm. His eyes casted down at you- his red eyes that matched yours. He tried to give you a smile but failed miserably. He moved his arms to wrap them around you, giving you a squeeze. Your hands gripped his jacket tightly in your fists as even more tears rolled down your cheeks, just when you thought you were dry there they were.

A small sob left your lips despite how you clenched your teeth. All you wanted to do was bury your face in Sam's chest and cry for hours- wait you had already done that when you found out the truth. A trembling sigh left Sam's lips as he pressed a kiss on your forehead, soon pursing his lips to keep his sobs at bay. He rested his forehead on the side of your head before his eyes casted down at... the tombstone.

The light breeze made goosebumps form all over your skin, making you feel something for the first time in days after that dreadful night. It still made you wonder how you could still walk, hell even stand. But for that maybe you had to thank Sam for his support. You had been clinging onto each other for dear life these days, the both of you acting like walking dead. After you had tried to keep him from drowning himself in alcohol you had tried to pull yourself from the abyss you were falling in after... his death.

The pain could not compare to anything you'd ever felt before and at that moment you wished so bad he was alive and going out with whatever whore he wanted instead of... this. You brushed away the tears and clenched your teeth. You weren't going to break, not now and not when Mary was standing right next to you. You glanced up at Sam to see his eyes were watery and slightly red but he was keeping himself from crying for probably the same reason.

You sniffled, letting your one hand move from Sam to the little girl's head. She still couldn't comprehend what was happening but at least after all the tears she'd shed she wasn't crying anymore. She held some flowers in her tiny hands and slowly took a few steps forward to place them down next to the ones you had brought a few days ago. When she had asked you just yesterday she wanted to visit her father you and Sam had both stiffened. But just taking a look into her big green eyes that were identical to her father's you found yourselves unable to say no to her.

"I miss you daddy." she whispered and you bit your lower lip.

Sam slowly let you go as you walked closer to Mary and picked her up, her tiny arms wrapping around your neck. Your eyes casted down at the tombstone. You hugged Mary as close to yourself as you could and a few seconds later you felt a hand on your back and Sam pressing you to his side. You glanced at him to see his jaw slightly clenched , probably to keep himself from crying. He brought his hand to his lips and pressed a kiss before touching the stone.

"We all miss you." he breathed out as all of you glanced at the words in the stone.

Dean Winchester

In memory of a loving father,

best friend and brother.

You didn't dare look anymore, instead hugged Mary close to you and buried your face in the crook of her neck, her doing the same as Sam wrapped his arm more tightly around you because this was all you both had left anymore.