3rd POV
"Dean don't make a fucking excuse on this. You've made enough." You spat pushing Dean until he collided with the wall. He angrily sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "But I told you that she was just a girl!" He yelled.
"And what will you think if I just kiss a random guy on the street, huh? You think it would taste like sweet candy canes. No, Dean. It would be painfully rusty." You said with venom lacing every word you said. You boiled in anger and stormed off with Dean trying to call you back. But nothing happened.
The car engine ignited to life as soon as you twisted the key. You drove off to a distance that surely Dean would't have the slightest idea. A slippery road on a tall cliff.
You scanned your car quickly before locking eyes with the empty road. But the drawer dropped open and there was Dean's favorite mixtape. Father and Son. Your heart cried out for the Winchester but your brain beat it up again and you just drove emotionless.
The road was dark. There was nothing but headlights, your headlights that was dimming slowly. You were losing your mind slowly too, so you didn't see the fallen boulder that casually sat in the middle of the road. You swerved your car and broke the barrier.
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Dean cried his heart out and he was looking over the cliff where you passed. The lights from the police irritated Dean's red eyes, those sad, crying eyes. They weren't shiny, forest green, but a dull wallpaper masking his sadness.
"Sir McLaught?" The police asked. It's Winchester. Dean wanted to say but he turned around and faced an investigator. He held up a ziplock back with a damaged, broken cassette tape and gave it to him. Dean looked down and glanced at the man who gave him that.
"Sir, we found it a few feet away from the car wreck. I believe it was owned by Miss Y/L/N. Memories would only exist in your mind and even though this is one huge piece to this case, she means a lot more to you." He smiled warmly and walked away to talk with other dispatches.
Dean ran to his car and immediately scrambled his cassette box, desperately looking for the match. He found and it tears welled in his eyes again. It's rewinding. The music from when I met her.
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Dean pushed the cassette tape slowly and he listened as the tune flowed out like it was his first time hearing it. He leaned back and closed his eyes while watching what seems to him as a movie scene. The day, the place, the time when you two met.
Over the bridge you sat, looking at the stream of water flowing. A car passed by with your favorite music playing in it. Father and Son. The man inside sang along too, meaningfully. You raised your eyebrow and looked at him more.
Dean felt consious that someone was looking so he searched who was looking at him. His eyes slowly met yours and you ebcame flustered. You stood up and dusted your dress before walking away slowly.
"Excuse me! Who are you?" Dean called out. You froze and timidly turned around with an awkward smile. "I'm Y/N?"
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"I know that I have to go away." The music sang. "I know I have to go." Dean's voice cracked with despair as he sang along with the last line to a bitter sweet song.
He wiped his tears away and grabbed his phone and passed contacts until he clicked yours. He craved for your voice. Sadly, the voice he last heard was filled with anger towards him. Dean called your phone.
"Hello, this is Y/N's phone and. . . Dean is grabbing a cat?. . . What Dean! Drop it!—." Dean chuckled at your voicemail reminder. The voice he will never hear again in real life.
"Please leave a message after the tone. Damn. . . Dean! Beeep."
"Y/N, it's me Dean. I just wanted to say sorry.
"I'm sorry that I was too proud of myself toa dmit that I painfully chose you over a random girl. I regretted it right after I said it. This morning. . . you crashed your car. Y/N, it's my fault. You will never pick up your phone again and this is where I can only hear you again.
"The last words you ever said were painful. So painful but I deserved it. I wish. . . I wish the last words I told you were, I love you, I miss you or something that remind you that I need you here, right now.
"But I guess, that wish died."
Dean pressed the end button and lulled himself to a tearful sleep. But, Dean never woke up.
— yo bro listen, what the hell. my mind is so gloomy right now but no need to panic, i'm still a human in my second acc.
— inspired by guardians of the galaxy 10/10 qould reccomend. and the story where the guy lost his girlfriend and he paid all of the phone bills on his girlfriend's phone just to hear her voice in the voicemail. plus katy p's the one that good away music video, bc that shit killed me.
— and if you're wondering, hey how did Dean not wake up? (what language is that) it's because stress took a toll on his body and he just collapsed and his body gave up due to emotional pain that turned to physical pain and affected his body. idk if that can really happen tho.
