Every Secret Thing >> Dean Winchester

25 | It's In The Stars

Chapter 25 | It's In The Stars

NARRATOR'S P.O.V.

At some point in life, we just have to let go and move on.

It might be the hardest thing we can do, and that's totally okay. However, we must understand that some things are just never meant to be. No matter how much we we wish they were, we must learn how to accept and walk away from them. 

What crashes, crashes.

But sometimes, what flows, flows too. Destiny would pull a few strings and make matters weave together. Because if it's meant to happen, it will--at the right time, with the right person, and for the best right reason.

What is meant to be finds a way.

In a hospital room sits Dean; eyes red and puffy. It's been a few hours now, but his tears wouldn't stop coming. He had been blaming himself. Blaming himself for what happened to Ro. He thinks that her current state was all because of him. His incompetence. His worthlessness.

His fault.

He glances at Ro's still and unconscious figure on the bed. Please wake up soon...

A single tear slides down her cheek. Stirring awake, her eyes fluttered as she adjusted to the lights that seemed too blinding. She swallowed, but winced immediately. It felt like there was a whole dry desert in her throat.

Immediately, a question pops in her head. Where's Dean?

When she finally glanced down and saw him by her side, a weight on her chest lifts. She felt that she had been asleep for too long, and it was a misery. All what she wanted to do now was to be in his arms.

She had to let Dean know she was awake. But how? Moving her fingers seemed to strenuous to do, as all her bones ached and felt heavy. Speaking up is out of the question, either.

Thankfully, a raspy cough catches his attention. He instantly shoots up from his seat and hovered over her side, "Ro!"

She tried to sit up, but a string of violent coughs shook her. Dean scrambled to the side, poured her a glass of water and handed it to her as fast as he could.

In one go, she gulped down the entire glass. A drop trickled down her chin as she did, and Dean wiped it off with his thumb.

After she was done, he settles the glass back to the table. Something catches her eye. He had a sling in one arm and a brace on his knee; both at the exact spots where he got shot.

Everything that happened at that basement were more than fresh to her memory. Distinct images were imprinted in her mind, in fact. Seeing him injured made her heart heavy once more. She only realized she was crying when Dean broke out in frantic questions.

"Dean," She blubbers, lips quivering, "I'm-I'm s..s-sso sorry-"

"Shhh," He pulls her into a hug, "It's okay now. I'm here, Ro."

She thought back to how Cas got himself shot...the boss' haunting voice and laughs...Dean bleeding in agonizing pain...

She bawled into his shoulder. Her sobs wracked against her chest. Everything...everything that she had been holding in, was all let loose.

Dean rubbed her back in circles as he whispered, "Just let it all out."

They stayed like that for a while, sinking into each others' warmth. It had been so long since she had felt his embrace. So comforting. So gentle. It felt like his hug broke her mask of coping that had been walled off. He was reaching into her hollowness.