Great Big Storybook of Random Ass Supernatural One-Shots

Need You Now

Based off the Song "Need You Now" by Lady Antebellum

**trigger warning**

As terrible as the fight was, its details are ones lost in time. All that Dean told himself he needed to remember was the painful night on which he swore to never call on Castiel for help again.

And four years later, and the promise was still unbroken.

On a night not so long ago now, Dean returned home to the silent bunker like he usually did; grabbing food while Sam looked for cases.

"SAM! I GOT YOUR SALAD THING!" He called as he threw the keys on he table. No answer.

"Bastard fell asleep again," Dean grumbled as he made his way to Sam's room. When he arrived the door was unlocked and he slipped inside.

Dean froze and dropped the bag.

Sam's body was suspended in the air, held at his neck by a noose tied to the ceiling fan.

"SAMMY!" Dean shouted as he grabbed the body and lifted up, trying to prevent the rope from strangling him. But Dean was far, far too late. Sam's skin was already paling; his dead blood settling in his veins.

Dean slowly stepped back and gazed in horror at his little brother hanging lifelessly in front of him. On the ground by his dangling feet, Dean noticed an old ring box and a piece of paper.

Shaking, Dean picked them up and opened the box. Inside was an engagement ring; the stone so small you could hardly tell there was a gem. Just the ring you'd expect on a college budget. The inside if the band was inscribed: Jess.

Dean wanted to throw up. Fifteen years. It had been fifteen years to the day since they had started hunting again. Fifteen years since Jessica Moore burned to death on the ceiling in front of his brother.

Slowly, Dean put the ring back in the box and unfolded the paper, taking a deep breath and wiping the tears from his eyes.

Please don't bring me back. I'll do it again.

- Sam

Dean shut off. He didn't even cut down Sam's body. He just walked slowly to the study and drank until he couldn't feel, thoughts of all the ways he could have stopped it running through his mind as he sat alone. The sound of hushed sobs rang throughout the now empty bunker as he downed more and more alcohol. Anything he could find he drank; scotch, whiskey, beer, ancient Men-of-Letters-cellar wine, even some vodka he wasn't sure why they had. Dean didn't even bother to see what the label said. He just tried his best to drown in it until he forgot.

Between the drunken sobs, Dean shouted for the only person left who could possibly care.

"CAS!" He screamed. No answer, no sound of wings, no familiar "Hello, Dean." Just the sound of his own pathetic, drunken pleas.

"I JUST NEED YOU NOW!" his words slurred.

Cas heard every scream. But he didn't feel love anymore. Castiel was an angel. A warrior of heaven. He had figured out there is no such thing as love. Cas couldn't be bothered with humanity anymore; especially not the man who broke him and tortured him everyday with his memory.

And so Dean cried alone. He drank until he couldn't see and got in his car; Baby still smelled so much like Sam. In his hands he held an old picture of his two best friends - his brother and the man he loved - both gone. Forever.

Dean pressed his foot against the gas pedal as hard as it would go, hearing Baby's engine roar one last time as he sped recklessly onto the highway. Cars swerved to avoid hitting him, and Dean swerved to hit them. It had to be over. It had to be.

Headlights finally glared full on as they sped towards Baby and didn't change their path.

"I NEED YOU!" Dean screamed his last words as the front of the car folded like paper. Metal crashed into metal, glass shattered, and the body of Dean Winchester crumpled lifelessly over the steering wheel, the sound of his car's horn ringing endlessly through the night.

The sound of a final end to the Winchester name. It wasn't poetic, it wasn't romantic, it wasn't even sober. It was a painful monotone that wouldn't stop until someone moved his dead body from its last safe haven. Until an ignorant stranger took Dean from the final sanctuary of his Baby - the only thing he had left to love.

A man in a trench coat stood off to the side of the road, watching in shock, too late to change things. Numbly, he walked to the scene, just close enough to confirm all life was gone from the corpse that was the man he had loved so long ago.

An angel blade slid out of his sleeve and into his hand.

"I need you too, Dean," he whispered as he slid the blade through his chest, the sword so sharp it cut like butter through his vessel.

Blue light spilled from his eyes and wound as Castiel fell onto the pavement, vaguely feeling the pricks of the broken windshield pierce his back through the trench coat.

Angel wings burned into the highway, eternally searing the death of the distraught lover into the asphalt.