Light {Multifandom}

Rotten

{Dean Winchester}

Dean laid there on the floor,bodies covered the floor he sat on,recognizing one body. He had not killed this one the vampires did he didn't kill them fast enough.
You looked at your body,it seemed far way when in reality it was really only three feet away.

He slowly got up,in pain and not wanting to slip on the blood that covers the floor. He slowly approached you,not wanting this to be real. But,it was. And it made it more realistic when he saw your wounds.
He dropped to his knees,grabbing your body and cradling you in his arms,not wanting to let go. He didn't even hear the door open,or Sam screaming his name and his cursing when Sam had saw you.

Sam crouched down,holding Dean's shoulder. Dean has finally looked up when he felt your body being dragged from him. He quickly grabbed your body again,looking up at the person to glare and attack them,when he realized it was Sam.
"Dean,I'm so sorry. But,man we gotta go. Grab (y/n),we have to leave."

Sam lifted Dean up,grabbing your body but Dean took your body from his arms. As Sam waves the gun around,ready to shoot anything that moved,Dean walked to the car,emotionless and paralyzed.
It was as if he could see your body slowly starting to rot,like he smelled the rotten and sickening stench of your dead body.

Dean laid your body on the bed,and after almost a week,he found nothing to bring you back. Aside from selling his soul,but no matter how much he loved and cared for you,he couldn't leave Sam by himself. He could t leave Sam and you both to be mourning and sadden,spending the rest of your lives feeling guilty.
"Dean,I know it's (y/n),but (y/n) is starting to rot. Their body is smelling rotten. We gotta give them a hunters funeral."

Dean stood there,he didn't know what to say as the fire started to consume your body. After what seemed like eternity,it had started to drizzle a little,slowly putting out your fire. And it seemed as if that got him to speak.
"You would have ran back into the house the second you felt the rain hit you."

Dean stayed there,even when the rain started to pour. He didn't care,Sam stayed as well but your fire went out,and Sam went back into the house,grabbing another match. But,the rain slowly stopped again.
And Dean has hoped so would this funeral,he wanted to believe you would come back to him,but he knew there was no way you would. You were gone,dead forever. And you weren't coming back.

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3/10/19

Ah! Back at it with killing the reader.