"Castiel, you must watch over the child. Make sure they do not go down the darkened path. Be a shame if the child did."
"I will immediately."
The first threw her hand up. "Wait!" Castiel paused and looked back. "Come watch. The child isn't...
Dean's thumb rubbed over Eden's face in the picture of the seven of them. That last night they all had together. He held the damned picture as he read the words of the manuscript.
Angel was choking on her own blood as she told her father it was okay. She had figured out by now, unlike her father, she would die no matter what. Angel knew that even if she didn't die now, she would later. It was unavoidable. So, as she faded in Dean's arms, she wheezed out four simple words: "D-dad..... it..s.... okay... Dad." Angel blinked her father's green eyes. Once, twice, a third time. The air in her lungs was slowly released, and she never took in another breath again. She died in Dean's arms like they both had been told would happen. Only thirteen, and she was dragged into something her father never wanted her to be apart of.
Blood soaked both Dean and his limp daughter's shirts. The jean jacket of hers torn up and blood stained now. The feathers of the necklace lay gently on the floor. He couldn't bring himself to move her. First Dean lost Malia, now he was losing Angel. But Angel had come so close to death several other times, maybe, just maybe.. But it wouldn't happen. Angel was gone for good this time. Nothing would bring her back, not even a deal with the devil. No deal with anyone would reverse the hold that Death had on this girl now. "No no no no no." Left Dean's lips as his little girl's limp form disappeared from his arms. This was-
A violent rip slapped the air, causing Sam and Bobby to look at Dean as he stood. He tore the manuscript one more time before letting the pages flutter into the fire. Holding up his hand, he now looked at the picture. Sam peaked over his older brother's shoulder. Their eyes went over the seven faces, but lingered on the three that never came back. The three they'd never see again. That picture floated down into the flames next as the ashes of the printed manuscript fell to the bottom of the logs. The fire engulfed the picture, but Angel and Jo's faces stayed the longest. The young woman who was under Dean's arms, who died to save him. A ghost of a smile on Jo's face. The teenager who had so much life ahead of her. The corner of Angel's lips turned up in the slightest with Ellen's arm around her, pulling her close.
Then just like that, as quickly as the three had faded from their lives, the faces disappeared in the fire. Never to be seen again. Having had lived their last day on earth. All three having sacrificed themselves.
Avoidable or not, Dean would blame himself. He'd feel guilty. But he'd keep Eden's computer. And he sure as hell would go back and look at the pictures on it from time to time. The two that she had found at Abel's church in Nebraska she had gotten restored and saved to the laptop. He wouldn't have the heart to get rid of the photo memories or the laptop. He just couldn't fully let her go in that way.
Their eyes watched the flames sway back and forth long after the paper and photo had burned. Dean turned his back to the fireplace. He grabbed a beer and trudged to the living room. Bobby chased after him, eventually coaxing him to take off the plaid shirt that was stained in blood. Eden's blood. The house fell into a sullen grieving mood. Sam's best friend, Alyssa would show to find them all in bad shape. She did what she could to console them, figuring out it wasn't much. They had warned her to leave Dean be, but she was convinced that he was badly hurt. She walked in to find him laying on the couch, seeming like he was asleep. An empty and half full beer bottle on the floor. But he was wide awake. "Get well soon, Dean." She whispered softly before she left. Only a light sound of flapping wings as she did so. Meanwhile the fire burned more brightly. The flames licking the air back and forth. It was like a hungry dog licking it's lips, awaiting the next meal it would be given. That meal wasn't very far off.
A/N Alright announcement time! You can hate me later, now shush. There will be another book! Well.... four actually. This is the Us series...
The next one will be called: When We Were Us Sound familiar? If it doesn't then you need to pay a little more attention. Chapter 18 ring a bell, particularly toward the end?
I'd hope it does... Because it's Malia's story! I already have it done too 😅 Well I wrote it before I ended this one, and it helped me shape a few of those last chapters. Most importantly it helped me with chapter 13.
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Malia Jea Van Halen had more to her than meets the eye. But she doesn't quite remember. Upon meeting someone from her past, they cause her to remember what she had tried desperately to forget. She leaves him, and her hometown behind several months after her parents' death. She needed someplace else to call home, to have her dream of a little cabin in the woods. She holds onto that dream of home. Eventually that someplace, becomes someone. Malia meets a boy by the name of Dean.... Dean Winchester. As their relationship grows stronger, the only question is: will he get to her in time?
