Dance With Me {Dean Winchester X Reader}

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 ~Sam's POV~ 

     I woke up with a start as ice cold water was poured onto my face. I was tied up in the dungeon, Willow standing in front of me. 

  "Finally, you're awake." She said, turning around to set the cup down on the table. I tested the binds on my arms and legs, but they were too secure to break out of. 

  "So you're a witch?" I asked, and she turned around before laughing humorlessly. 

  "I'm a human, I just know a few things. Besides, witches would go after you and your brother. I'm going after Y/n." She explained, twisting a knife in her fingers. 

   "Y/n, why?" I asked, this was something unexpected. She walked over, placing her hands on my knees and leaning forward. 

  "You sweet, sweet boy. She's my sister." Willow spat. 

~Your POV~ 

    You slipped on your skinny jeans, shimmying to get them all the way up. You grabbed your jacket and ran after Dean to the Impala. You hopped into the passenger seat and he sped down the street. 

   "Do you know who has him?" You questioned, whoever it was you were ready to kill them for messing with your family. 

  "I don't know, she just called, said she had Sam, and hung up." Dean replied, unsuccessfully hiding the worry in his voice. She? Oh no, your dream.....

    "Dean, we need to hurry." You said, hoping with all your might that it wasn't her. Dean went faster, going well over the speed limit. 

   It took ten minutes to get there, and you instantly ran into the bunker when you arrived. You pulled out your gun, turning the safety off. 

   "Long time no see, little sister." You whirled around, coming face to face with your big sister. 

   "Willow, what are you doing here?" You asked, trying not to look at Dean who had just entered the room. 

  "You know damn well why I'm here." She growled, and you noticed the knife in her hand. The knife covered in blood. 

   "What did you do to Sam?" You demanded, aiming your gun at her head. She laughed. 

  "Is Sam the father of your child? Or is it you?" She asked, facing Dean. You took the moment to attack. You grabbed her, pinning her to the floor. She sliced the knife, getting you in the cheek. You cried out, before grabbing your gun. You yelled, to block out the gun's loud bang, and shot your sister in the head. Blood splattered your face and neck, and Willow stopped struggling. You looked at her face, and your stupid brain decided to play every good memory with her you had. You began sobbing, sitting up and pulling her body closer. 

   "I'm going to go check on Sam." Dean said softly. You nodded, not able to talk. Dean walked away, and you held your dead sister's body. 

   "Willow, I'm so sorry." You wailed, the tears never ending. You kissed her cheek, your tears mixing with the blood. Dean walked in, holding Sam, who was very bloody and tired. 

  "I'm not going anywhere, I promise I won't leave you this time." You told her corpse. She stared back, blankly. You sobbed harder, not noticing the cut on your cheek gushing blood. About a decade ago, you and Willow had gotten in a huge fight. You left, and a few weeks later Willow ended up in the hospital because your guys' father had beat her so bad. She had wanted revenge on you ever since. Of course, deep down, all she wanted was to see her little sister again. 

  When you finally were able to be separated from Willow's corpse, the three of you burned it. You stopped crying, and went back to how it was before she showed up. That was the only way you wouldn't feel as much pain. Dean and you celebrated the engagement, the new page in your life. And it was like you were a happy family again. 

~Three weeks later~

    You walked down the hall of the bunker, when you suddenly felt a horrid pain in your stomach. You ran into your room, locking the door behind you. You groaned as another wave of pain hit you, it getting worse with each second. You had only felt this pain once before. 

  "No." You breathed out. "No!" You yelled, crying out as more pain came. You dropped to your knees, seeing blood on your pants. You began crying, from despair and pain (both emotional and physical). 

   "Y/n?" You heard Dean yell as the doorknob rattled. You screamed, your hands shoved in your inner thighs. 

  "Y/n open the damn door!" Dean yelled. You sobbed in return, knowing you wouldn't be able to get up and open the door. There was a loud thud against the door and you realized Dean must be trying to get the door down. You laid down, unbuttoning your pants and taking them off. The underwear came next, and they were both stained red. You pulled yourself up, only to fall down onto the bed. The door broke open, and Dean ran in. He saw your state, and his face dropped. 

  "Oh baby, let's get you to the hospital." He said, walking over. You shook your head, grabbing two fists of the sheets and crying out. 

  "N-no, just le-eave me here un-until it's over-r." You stumbled over your words, breathing heavily. Dean looked very opposed to your idea, but sat down and grabbed your hand. 

  "Then I'm staying with you." He promised, his eyes swimming with tears. You nodded, a scream ripping out of your lips. You squoze Dean's hand, just wanting it to be over. Soon, it was. You collapsed on the sheets, sweaty and exhausted. 

   "Please let me take you to the hospital now." Dean pleaded, and you shifted your head in what was supposed to be a nod. He wrapped the bloody sheet around your bottom half, and carried you to the Impala. 

   "I'll try to hurry, baby. Just try to stay calm." Dean suggested, before speeding off down the road. It was an hour and a half later that you got an answer on what was going on. The doctor sighed before speaking. 

   "Ms. Y/l/n, I regret to inform you that your body is not capable to reproduce." He announced. 

  "What does that mean?" You asked, clutching Dean's hand. The doctor sat down next to you. 

   "It means that you can't have a child." He explained.