Flightless Bird (Supernatural Fanfiction)

Until next Time (17)

Sam had gone back to the impala to get more blankets while Dean and I huddled underneath the same one. We sat in front of the fire and watched the flame flicker in silence. My blood soaked clothes were burning in it, Dean sparing me one of his old shirts. I kept my jeans so not to be completely bare.

"Scar?" he said after a moment to catch my attention.

"Yeah?" I replied hoarsely.

"I'm sorry," he began and I knew the whole routine. Paragraphs of apologies were on their way. "I just, I didn't if it was really you. I knew that the demon had made itself a nest in your body and I had no idea if it had gone or if it was still there. I couldn't take your word for it because I just couldn't be sure. I was so hesitant to trust you after Ruby and Meg and Crowley,"

"Meg isn't like Ruby or Crowley." I said.

"You're right. She took better care of you then we did. Sam and I are really sorry for that, but an apology isn't good enough Scarlett. I owe you my whole world for taking care of Sammy like you do,"

"Well now it's your turn big brother," I told him and looked up at him. He stared down at me and smiled weakly, nodding once. "especially once I'm gone."

"Scar, Castiel is going to come as soon as he can. He's a little held up but Sam and I are praying to him, he'll be here,"

"Okay but if 'soon' isn't soon enough, please watch out for him for me?" I said and Dean nudged me.

"Of course I will."

Sam came back as soon as the words had left Deans mouth and he took his place on my other side. He placed another blanket over my lap and his jacket, taking only the end of the blanket Dean and I were wrapped in to place on his shoulders.

"Sam you are going to freeze," Dean said and Sam shrugged.

"It's not going to kill me," he muttered and an inevitable silence drifted over us. I finally thought about Allen and felt the urge to ask about what happened to him after everything.

"What happened to Allen?" I asked them. Sam and Dean were quiet and said nothing. I knew what that meant. "Oh." I said aloud.

"He was taking care of Crowley's body for us while we were putting you in the impala when a three of Crowley's men showed up." Dean told me.

"He insisted he could handle them and told us he would meet up with us," Sam continued. "but one our way down the road, a truck full of rowdy people tore down the road, right towards the cabin."

"Yeah, I figured." I said and stared deeper into the fire. "That's okay though, in a demons heaven he'll be with Meg."

And then the silence drifted in over us before Deans phone rang and when he answered, he stood and walked away to continue the conversation in privacy. Sam and I stayed quiet for a moment before I felt him shift next to me. I glanced up at him and saw just how uncomfortable he was.

"What is it Sam?" I asked. He glanced at me, still looking in pain before heaving a sigh and turning away from me.

"I'm just afraid you're going to hit me," he said quietly, still looking in the opposite direction. I was confused to be completely honest. I adjusted myself a little, not taking my eyes off him once.

"Hit you for what?" Sam looked at me again and stared me down, scouring every inch of my face before leaning in.

Of course, he kissed me. It wasn't okay. I mean, it was okay in the sense that Sam Winchester was kissing me, but not okay in the sense that I was dying. Too quickly for this. I pulled away after a moment and god had I longed for those lips. Our foreheads pressed up against each other as we sighed.

"Well you haven't hit me yet," he says quietly. "that's a good sign."

"Sam,"

"I love you too Scarlett." he tells me and takes the side of my face, stroking it lightly. "After tonight, I want to make everything better for us. For you."

"Sam," I wanted to stop him. I couldn't handle knowing what I was going to leave behind.

"No I mean it, I'm giving up on hunting, it's all over for me. I can't loose you, and after tonight it makes me fear that I might. I almost did and Scar, I love you. I love you more than anything else in the world and we are going to move somewhere, get away from here. Move to Alaska and live in a nice little house, just the two of us...and maybe Dean and Cas." he was going on and on and suddenly, I felt warm.

"Keep talking," I whispered.

"Me and you, together and happily ever after, just like every book Dean read to me as a kid. Where everything works out, that'll be us." I leaned my head on his shoulder and he wrapped me in a tight embrace.

"Okay," I say and closed my eyes, barely being able to keep them open.

"Cas is coming Scarlett," he told me as reassurance, but he needed it more than me. "he'll be here."

"Okay Sam." I wasn't as tense as before, I wasn't even cold anymore. I just felt warm and tingly, all over my body. My breath was caught in the back of my throat and for a moment, I felt the presence of death looming over me. But I couldn't leave like this...could I?

"Whatever happens after tonight," Sam says very slowly and very quietly. "I will always love you. You and nobody else Scarlett O'hara."

"I," I couldn't get the words out. Here it was, the struggle of breathing. My body was going numb and all my weight was slowly putting itself on Sam. I opened my eyes. He was standing right in front of me. The grim reaper stood with perfect posture.

"I love you too," his hand reached out and as it touched my forehead, all of my remaining life drained into the palm of death's hand.

Until next time.