Dean and (Name) were perfect. She kept him sane, he kept her safe. They were practically made for each other.
(Name) got along with everyone, even her enemies from time to time, which came in real handy more often than you'd think. Dean adored her, loved her with every fiber.
But it was not to last.
-------Dean's POV----------
Music blared through the speakers, my baby whipping her hair around jamming to our toons. Everything was awesome, nothing could make this more perfect.
She gave me a big grin, with her big sparkling eyes, her laugh filling in the empty space as the last dregs of the song played out.
I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was just so perfect. And that was our curse.
The next song poured it's notes out into the cab of the Impala. Our song.
She looked over at me, squeezed her eyes shut said.
"Dean!!! Sing to me!!!"
A wide grin spread cross my lips,
"CARRYON MY WAYWARD SON!" I tried to harmonize, but I'm a shit singer, (Name) knows that better than anyone.
"THEY'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE!" We sang
"LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD TO REST," she sang
"DONT YOU CRY NO MORE!" I sang to her.
Queue ultimate air drums, bass and key boarding.
Next verse was hers
"Take it away baby," I holler just before she continued singing
"ONCE I ROSE ABOVE THE NOISE AND CONFUSION! JUST TO GET A GLIMPSE BEYOND THIS ILLUSION!! I WAS SOARING EVER HIGHER!! BUT I FLEW TOO HIGH!!"
Next was me, and I sang my heart and soul out for her
"THOUGH MY EYES COULD SEE I STILL WAS A BLIND MAN THOUGH MY MIND COULD SEE I STILL WAS A MAD MAN I HEAR THE VOICES WHEN IM DREAMING I CAN BEAR THEM SAY"
she jumped in right in time
"CARRYON MY WAYWARD SON! THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD TO REST DONT YOU CRY NO MORE,"
More instrumental awesome, and she took off in her angelic voice again
"MASQUERADING AS A MAN WITH A REASON MY CHARADE IS THE EVENT OF THE SEASON AND IF I CLAIM TO BE A WISE MAN IT SURELY MEANS THAT I DONT KNOW!"
My last solo bit
"ON A STORMY SEA OF MOVING EMOTION TOSSED ABOUT, IM LIKE A SHIP ON THE OCEAN I SET A COURSE FOR WINDS OF FORTUNE BUT I HEAR THE VOICES SAAAAAAAY!"
"CARRYON MY WAYWARD SON!!! THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE LAY YOUR WEARY HEAD TO REST DONT YOU CRY NO MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE!!!!"
then all the sudden
SLAM
The music was mixed in with her screams, my screams, the screeching of tires on asphalt, and the shattering of glass.
I swam into consciousness to find the Impala upside down, covered in blood and shattered glass and the radio still cranking out the rest if our song.
"(Name)," I croaked. Reaching over to her, trying to drags her body with me out of the car.
Once we were successfully out of the wreckage. I could see the other car, that was going the wrong way, that had slammed into us...
I tried to prop her up to get air in her lungs,
"(Name)," I called to her. Her eyes strained against against the bright sunlight.
"Dean," she whispered to me.
"You're gonna be okay Baby. I've got you. I've got you,"
"Dean," choked out. I felt her broken fingers tighten around my hand, and drag to the gaping wound on her chest that was profusely bleeding. She was dying, and she knew it.
"No," I laughed a bit. "Nope, you're fine (Name). You're gonna be okay,"
She grabbed my shirt front and yanked me down to her face,
"Carryon My Wayward Son," she managed to cough out, before coughing up blood all down her shirt front.
As the sirens blared ahead of us, her eyes searched mine desperate to hold on to some comfort before her passing. As the intensity began to leave her eyes, as she slipped away. I smashed my lips into hers, and felt her hang on for just a second more, just enough to press back.
"Don't you cry no more," I whispered, pulling away. But she could not hear me, she was gone.
