A/N- It killed me to write this one but it just kept flowing in my mind and I was like, 'Okay, fine I'll type it up and see how it goes' and I thought it might be something worth sharing on here :33
I dont own the Winchesters...If only, ya'll
Four hunters were in the damp, dark alley, all back to back. They were outnumbered and they knew it. Up against at least ten demons, eight zombies and throw in seven bloodsuckers as well. Six demons were dead. Three vampires remained. Meredith readied her shotgun and waited for the demon that rounded the corner. She shot at it and at the zombie that followed while Sam, Ellie and Dean handled the Vampires. She triggered the gun again, only for nothing to come out.
"Shit..." she muttered, holding the gun firmly and walking up to the dead, walking man, knocking him out with a blow to head by the shot gun. She stopped
shortly, though, at the sight of a familiar Demon.
"Grace..." she said, her voice sharp like a knife.
"Oh Meredith...you have some lovely visitors..." she smiled. Meredith's face fell when she saw the familiar dog-like figures growling towards her. "Guys...run." she said. Quickly, Dean turned and his tough expression turned into a nervous one. He was immediately at Meredith's side, a shotgun in his hands as he stepped in front of her. The hellhounds growled at him, crawling closer to the couple.
"I have three months this wasn't the deal..." Meredith said.
"I know. But, this is fun. Messing around. Look at you torn lovers fighting for each other it's adorable, really. Cupid did quite a number on you two." she replied with a sly smile. Dean shuddered at Cupid's name and aimed his gun at one hellhound, shooting a bullet straight through its head. The creature whimpered and collapsed to the ground, lifeless. This only angered the other one which took off, running at them.
"Go, go, go!" Dean shouted at the others. Having lost count odd how much they killed, Sam and Ellie obeyed, taking off, with Meredith behind them. Dean shot the hellhound successfully as well as Grace. He turned around to Meredith stopped by a vampire, with a blade in its hand. She held a stake tightly in her grip, swinging at him as he dodged her attempts to stake him. He quickly grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back, making her bring the tip of the stake to her neck, his free hand plunging his blade deep within her side drawing a painful whimper from the female hunter. Dean's face paled answered darkened as he witnessed what just happened. His blood ran cold and his limbs suddenly felt heavy. His Meredith... The vampire let out a loud shriek, falling back. Sam Winchester stood there, driving the stake deeper into the pale man. Meredith fell to her knees, slowly pulling the knife out and pressing her hand to the wound to prevent the blood from gushing out.
"Mer!" Dean ran to her aide, removing her hand to see the damage. Warm, thick, red blood poured out and he quickly took action, his shaking hands ripped a long piece of fabric from his shirt and tied Irish securely around her wound. He picked her up carefully, listening to her shallow breaths. "We're gonna get you out of here, do you hear me?" he asked, kissing her forehead. He nodded at his little brother and they made their way to the Impala. He slid into the backseat, not caring that her blood was spilling all over the seats.
"Dean..." Meredith said hoarsely. Sam and Ellie stood outside, knowing what was happening.
"Mer? We're gonna get you to a hospital, you're gonna be alright, I promise you," he said, his voice obvious he was choking back tears.
"No...you and I know I won't make that drive..." she replied.
"No...no no no you can't...you wont...Meredith please you can make it...I know you will.. Please..." get begged, tears spilling over the edge of his eyes and down his face. He kissed her, longingly, hoping that somehow it would fix her. He pulled away and looked at her. "Please don't leave me, baby...I love you." he said, brushing strands of her hair away from her paling face. Tears slipped out of the corners of her eyes as she looked at him.
"I love you too...I'll never leave you...I'll always be here..." she weakly touched her hand to his chest, warm through the thin fabric of his shirt. "Mmm...and don't get fat." she teased him. Dean let out a small chuckle, through his tears and kissed her forehead. "And promise me this...kill every last one of those bastards for me." He nodded quickly, cradling her in his arms. She rest her head against his chest as she huffed put her last few breaths, before quieting down and going limp in his arms. Dean buried his face in her hair, quietly crying, his hand drifting to the little brown paper bag in his pocket. Inside, was a silver ring with a small diamond on it. He was going to ask her to be his wife that night.
Aaaaaaah I hope you liked it! A little feels for you hehe love you for reading! Tell me what you think! 3 xx
