This I Do in Remembrance of You

This is my first time posting slash. Please be nice.

I got tired of Dean/Sam stories so I made one of my own.

Disclaimer: I do not own supernatural in any way, shape, or form, although Dean will always be mine in my dreams.

Before reading I must tell you that some original facts may be changed for my story's sake. COMMAS ARE NOT MY THING!

Pairings: Dean/OC slash, Sam/OC het.

Now, on with the show!

"Dean, stop!" Andrew gasped out during a fit of giggles.

"Why? You seem to be enjoying it." Dean said grinning. He had Andy right where he wanted him. He was straddling him and giving him the biggest tickle attack of the century.

"Yeah, but you'll never get to the store if you don't-aahh!" Andrew broke off when Dean nibbled his neck. Andrew tried pushing his head away, but with no avail.

"Look if you leave now I promise you'll have me when you get back."

Dean stopped his actions

"Promise?" His green (A/N: I'm sure that's the right color) eyes were alight with mischief.

"I promise." He gave him short kiss to finalize it. "Now, get up." He said giving Dean a swift pat on the behind. He got up reluctantly after giving Andrew a swift kiss.

As soon as Andrew was sure he was gone he let his tears flow. Not only was he going to die, he also lied. He had never told Dean of his premonition, in fact Dean knew nothing of them. Yesterday he had seen his own death and it had shaken every part of his being.

Andrew being a believer of fate didn't try to change his premonitions but had simply let them happen and he had decided that his would be no different; he would accept death's cold hands. He had sent Dean to get him some first aid supplies saying that they run out when they actually had plenty. He couldn't let Dean see him die, he didn't want to plague him with that sight, but if he had told Dean he would have tried to prevent it.

Dean, always the hero.

He didn't really know how he would die, in his premonition it looked like a heart attack. So he sat up and waited for the unknown.

After about thirty minutes he saw something creep under the door. A black mist.

He simply waited, no longer afraid. Soon it filled the room like a thick, blinding fog. And he took his first inhale.

The pain was immediate.

It felt like someone was squeezing his heart, crushing his lungs. He fell of the bed in agony, writhing in pain.

It's amazing what comes to mind when you're about to die.

Remember your ninth birthday you wore the silly pointed birthday hat…hat…Cowboy hat. Your dad's cowboy hat. He loved that hat. Never went hunting without it. Hunting in the woods. Oh I know the woods you and Dean used to go there all the time, all alone. If your folks knew what you guys did in those woods they would have killed you…killed you…killed you dead. Dead. Oh my God, the poor kitty is dead! They cut it, tore it limb from limb. There was so much blood…blood…so much blood…so much fire! The house! It's burning down! Down to the ground. The people, they're running…running…leaving…leaving…like my… oxygen…like…my air… can't….breath…

After a few short gasping breaths there's no other sound in the room. Quiet. So quiet. Dead silent. No sound will heard until the door opens twenty minutes later and soon gasping sobs will be heard.

Yes the silence will break soon.

Somewhere else a little girl giggles after she hears the last heartbeat and her eyes turn white, alight with gee.

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