Chapter Twenty-Nine

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I turned to look over my shoulder and tried to get up out of my seat from the gravel underneath me. Dean placed his hands over my cheeks as he looked straight into my eyes. I shifted more as I moved closer to the man who was holding me up. My own body moved against it, my own instincts went against it but that was all that I needed to do to get out of my spot. I needed to get out of here and do something more with my life other than doing this, dying day after day with the same few people around me. I knew that I was going to be one of those people who only did this for the rest of my life. I sighed as I picked myself up off of the ground and looked  around me. I was on top of yet another building, doing god knows what with Dean at my side. My whole body ached as I looked into his eyes. He smiled down at me as he tired to get up as well but the gravel had made his legs bleed.

    My body moved closer to Dean as I looked around over my shoulder to Sm, Cas and James. My hounds...my children...they were gone and all that was left was the memory of them. Even if I could see more that I was here without my children...I didn't know what the hell was going on. I sighed as I wrapped my arms around Dean and just smiled at him. He locked eyes with me and moved me closer to him.

    Dean pulled back from me and smiled, "I love you as much as the next person, but can we keep on moving?"

    "Yeah, that would mean a lot to me since I am tired of bumping around from time to time."

    "I guess you would feel that tired, wouldn't you know that you were going through death after death like this and it kind of hurts the body, doesn't it?"

    I nodded as I moved closer to him. I shook my head more as I tried to get up and move around. Dean placed his hands on my body and moved me down into the apartment building below which wasn't as abandoned as I had thought. People shot me a look as they looked over my body and shifted more towards Dean as I looked into his eyes. James smiled down at me as I locked eyes with him. He smiled more as I locked eyes with Sam.

    Sam chuckled as he looked me over as Dean pulled me into an apartment, "You look amazing, don't you?"

    "I feel amazing," I groaned as he placed me on the couch as I rubbed off some dirt. "How long was I up there?"

    "Few days," Sam shrugged as he looked into my eyes as I smiled a little bit as I looked into his eyes. "We couldn't move too on account of the broken...everything?"

    "Everything seems to be in pain but broken I have no idea," I rubbed my elbows and bones trying to get up from my spot but Dean kept me down, stopping me of any remaining clothing that I had on as I tried to move around better but Dean kept me down for as long as he needed me to be. I shifted more under everyone's uncomfortable gaze. "Do I look like shit?"

    Dean sighed as he moved his eyes over me and locked eyes with me, "Yeah, you could say something along the lines of that, don't you think?"

    A groan left my mouth as I moved closer to him and smiled at him as I rubbed my back and neck. Sam went to go get some ice out of the freezer and put it into the tub. I kept rubbing my aching joints as I moved closer to him. Dean smiled as he started placing some stitches to where some of my cuts had gone too deep. I shifted as I moved closer to him. Dean wrapped an arm around me as I looked into his eyes momentarily before pushing me down lightly to get to my back, a grunt leaving my mouth as he did so and moved me closer to him as I tried to get somewhere else.

    "Please..." I whimpered as I locked eyes with Dean as tears poured out of my eyes and I straightened back as I moved closer to him. "It fucking hurts so much. It...it hurts to breath and do much of anything anymore."

    Dean nodded as he looked me over and wrapped his arms around me as lightly as he could as not to hurt me. I straightened up more as I moved closer to him and sighed more and tired to get up out of my seat but he kept me down. Sam came into the room and waved me over to him.

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