𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 || 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

Chapter 34 ~ Stitched Back Together

Episode: Season 5 - Swan Song

After everything that happened with Dean last night... I broke it off with Hal. I could tell he was crushed and I hated myself for it but I knew it was the right thing to do. Hal was too sweet to be played like this. I couldn't keep pretending to love someone that I didn't. It wasn't fair to either of us. I went to sleep after that, warm in my bed at Bobby's house when there was a sudden knock on my door.

Crawling out of bed slowly, I made my way to it. I glanced at my clock and let out a groan when I saw the time. 2:35 AM. Who in the world was here at this hour?!

"Hold on, hold on, I'm coming," I grumbled just as I wrenched it open.

Dean stood before me. He looked a bit nervous, I could tell.

"Dean, hey," I said, wiping the sleep from my eyes.

"Hi, Parker," he smiled slightly and I tilted my head to the side in confusion, "I know it's late but-"

"No, no, it's okay. I'm just surprised," I told him, shutting the door behind me before sitting down on the stairs.

Giving me a small smile, he joined me and it was then I realized I was still in my pajamas. But I just shrugged. Oh, well, it's not like Dean ever cared about that kind of thing.

"So how are you?" he asked me quietly and I knew he was referring to the Crowley thing.

I shrugged slightly, "Okay, I guess. I'm coming to terms with the whole situation anyway,"

"That's, uh, that's good. I mean, that you're trying to cope with it. Not the situation 'cause that's, you know, not so good-" he said, stumbling over his words nervously.

"You all right?" I asked him in concern.

He never acted this way. Sighing, he scratched the back of his neck before meeting my eyes.

"No, not really," he admitted and I twisted in my seat to face him as he did the same.

"What is it?" I asked, worried as he looked down at his hands.

"Look, I have no illusions. Okay, I know that I messed up big time. And for that...I am so sorry, Parker. And I know the life that I live. I know how that's gonna end for me. Whatever, I'm okay with that," he said seriously, making me frown slightly but then his eyes met mine once more, "But I wanted you to know that when I do picture myself happy it's with you,"

I sucked in a sharp breath at his revelation, feeling tears prick my eyes as a small smile lit up my face, "Wow..."

My heart felt like it was soaring in my chest. Dean...Dean just apologized. And...he still cared about me.

"I mean, you don't have to say anything-" he started but I cut him off.

"I mean, I know. I know... I want to," I told him softly and something changed in his eyes.

The sadness that was there a moment ago was replaced with surprise and joy.

"How about we go get a beer?" I asked, starting to stand up to head to the kitchen.

But his hand gently grabbed my wrist, pulling me back down.

"I wish I could. But Sam and this-this... this whole thing, he needs me right now. We're going to take him tonight..." he told me quietly and I nodded, feeling my heart drop at the thought of losing my best friend.

I wanted to be there but Sam had insisted I stay home. He didn't want to say goodbye he had said. Because then it meant we were never going to see each other again... Even though I think we both knew we never would... Dean's green eyes were watery and I could tell he was holding back tears.

He started to get up from the stairs then, turning away, "Take care of yourself, Parker,"

"No. No, wait. Wait! You can't just drop a bombshell like that and then leave," I said and this time, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him back down to me.

"I know...." he admitted, his words soft like velvet, "I'm sorry. But I don't have a choice,"

I shook my head but Dean grabbed my hand, the contact making me shiver just like it used to.

"Things are about to get really bad with this mess. But I don't want you to worry, I'm making arrangements for you," he told me, letting go of my hand to cup my face.

His thumbs caressed my cheeks and I leaned into his gentle touch.

"Arrangements?" I asked in confusion.

"Whatever happens, you'll be okay,"

"What do you mean? What are you talking about?"

"The people I'll see next - they're not gonna get anything without agreeing to a few conditions," he explained and suddenly, it dawned on me.

He was going to say yes to Michael.

"No! Dean, no, you can't do this! You can't!" I pleaded with him, feeling my heartbeat speed up from anxiety, "whatever you're thinking of doing, don't do it,"

He let out a sigh, pressing his forehead to mine. I could feel his warm breath fan my face and I shuddered at our closeness, reveling in his touch and how it felt on my skin.

"I have to..." he told me softly.

"Dean-" I started to protest but his lips crashed into mine then, cutting me off.

It was a long and hard kiss, filled with passion as his lips melded with mine. His hands found my hips then and the kiss became more heated as he pulled me flush against him. I gasped at the suddenness before kissing him back fervently, my hands tangling themselves in his short, blond hair. I felt electricity as he held me, like fireworks going off around us. It felt like Christmas and I'd just gotten what I'd most wanted. It was like everything I ever wanted in life rolled up into one person. Dean.

Slowly, he broke the kiss before pulling me into one last bone-crushing hug. I held onto him tightly, like he was a life-line that I needed or I'd die. And I guess that was the way it had always been. I needed him. I couldn't live without Dean Winchester. Pulling away, he brushed my ebony hair back and pressed a sweet kiss to my cheek before stepping off the stairs.

"Bye, Parker."

And with that, he was gone. As it turns out, the "arrangements" Dean had planned for me was a house he'd bought in Lawrence, Kansas. I moved what little stuff I had into it with Bobby's help before bidding him goodbye. It was hard to see that little pick-up truck roll down the road and out of sight in the distance. I knew it would be a long time before I saw him again. It wasn't until a few days later that I got a knock on my front door. It was night already and I made sure I had my gun on the table by the door just in case.

But when I opened it up, Dean stood there. I gaped at him, eyes wide.

"Hey, Parker," he greeted me softly.

"Thank goodness," I breathed out in relief, looking him over for any cuts or bruises, "Are you alright?"

He nodded ever so slowly, trying to crack a smile but failing, "Yeah... If it's not too late I think I'd like to take you up on that beer,"

I gave him a small smile, feeling tears prick my eyes. Sam was gone and we both knew it.

"It's never too late," I assured him.

Slowly, he walked up to me, wrapping his arms around my tiny frame.

"Shh. Shh, shh, shh," I whispered to him softly as I felt him begin to shake in my arms, sobs wracking his body, "It's okay, Dean. It's gonna be okay."

Tears were streaming down my face now too, threatening to choke me. My chest tightened and I let out a strangled sob as I held onto him tighter. He buried his face in my neck as he cried harder. I knew in my heart that that we would never see Sammy again. But at least we had each other. And we were never breaking up again.

Note: Okay, so that was the end of Season 5. There is so much more things to come in Season 6 but since I won't be doing every episode, this book will be coming to a close pretty soon. If all works out as planned, it will be finished by the end of this month. :)