A/N: This is a two shot about two people who lost someone they cared very deeply for and the consequences of what happens when you let grief live your life.
"Tell me something Dean." She asks her voice whisper soft as she looks out at the night sky through the opened window in the back seat of the Impala. She is leaning against his chest her white tank riding up on her flat belly her shorts moving as she glides her foot up and down his calf. "Anything." he promises. "Tell me that you'll always remember me." he smiles into her hair at that. Like he could ever forget Caroline. She was unforgettable. "I'll always remember you." she nods dragging her finger lazily across his arm. "Good." and he could hear the satisfaction in her voice. She turns around suddenly her green eyes looking into his. "You know I'll never forget you right?" he nods pushing a few stray strands of gold out of her eye. She smiles at him and it almost takes his breath away. He leans towards her and presses his lips to hers. "I'll love you forever Dean Winchester."
There's no need for words any more. She knows what he is thinking when he makes a certain kinda face and she knows what he is saying with just one look his green fire eyes burning into her. He moves her hair out of her eyes while her hands clench onto his shirt desperately. He is going to die tonight and no matter what she does or what Sam tries to do the result will still be the same. He will leave them alone in a world that does not understand that could never understand. Sam turn's away either because of his own pain or because this scene between them is too painful she doesn't know and suspects that she never will.
She pulls him close to her pulls him in for one more caress one more kiss her body aching with the need to tell him just how she feels but knowing she cant. She does however whisper, "I'll love you forever Dean Winchester." her face is in the crook of his neck and she can feel his pulse quicken his breath is warm on the shell of her ear and his heart is pounding beneath her palm. "I…I love you to Caroline." it's the first time he's ever said those words to her. It never bothered her that he couldn't say she understood why. But God does she want to hear more.
He fist's one hand in her hair the other is on the swell of her back pulling her closer than ever before she feels like she could just crawl inside him and never leave him. She knows he will never leave her. Soon their pulled apart by the big clock chiming in the time. Midnight. Their running the blonde demon known as Ruby leading the way. Dean looks back hearing growls only he can hear. She scared not for herself but for him. It must be terrifying hearing and seeing things, no one else can. Sam and Ruby slam doors behind them pouring goopher dust on the floor. It will keep the hounds at bay but not for long soon they will be coming for their prize soon the man that she loved more than her own life was going to be dead.
Dean holds her close trying to keep calm when Ruby turns white eyes on them tearing her and Sam from Dean. She pins Dean against a table she and Sam against a wall. Crazy laughter fills the room as she opens the doors letting the hounds in. They rip into Dean sending his blood spraying across the room. His screams echo in her ears as she and Sam are forced to watch the light go out of his eyes. The only sounds left are Sam crying, "Dean! No…no!" and her sobs that are so loud she's afraid she will go deaf.
There is a ball of light coming from the bitch Lilith and she knew they were going to die. Sam moved in front of her but she didn't care anymore if she lived or die. Fuck, it let the bitch take her here and now. Lets get this done she was ready. However, nothing happens nothing at all. But she can move now. Sam moves towards Lilith his bitter words ringing out in the room filing her with cold dread.
But she couldn't focus on Sam not right now not with Dean on the floor his blood still spilling out of his body. Not with his skin already turning the pale color of the dead. That grey color that lets you know that someone was long gone. She scream's just as Lilith does all her pain pouring out of her in one feral blood-curdling scream. Her body fails her and she crashes to the ground on her knees her hands reach desperately for him hoping against hope that there's still a heartbeat that life still beats just beneath the surface. She prays with all her might that he still lives.
Blood his blood covers her and Sam chest to thigh and hands sticky with the stuff. Sam puts bloody hands to her face empty eyes look into empty eyes just as Bobby burst through the door. Blue eyes take in the destruction takes in a white face covered in blood and two people that has just lost everything. Her tears have dried up and now she just feels lost and empty. Like her soul has just been ripped away. She wipes the blood from her face as Bobby and Sam carry Dean's lifeless form from the house that will forever be burned into her memory. And why not it the place where she has just lost everything.
It's a short drive to the place where they will burry Dean he picked out himself and soon she is on the ground washing the blood from his body. She feels a little like Mary from the bible. How she washed Jesus body and prepared him for his after life. Except that, this is a totally different scenario. Her hands move with a cautious care as she wipes the blood from his mouth and face then moves down to his chest careful of the deep and never ending claw marks on his chest. It was almost as if she was afraid she would hurt him if she weren't careful. When she was done, they redressed him in his favorite shirt and jacket Sam put on his pants. She put his socks and boots on lacing them with care. No one spoke no one could speak it was like when Dean died all the life went out of them.
As Bobby pulled out all the things that were needed to set his body to flames, she cringed, held Dean's body closer, and listened quietly to the argument that raged. Bobby wanted him salted and burned Sam didn't. "Bobby's right Sam. I…I know that you think you can bring him back but this is what Dean would have wanted. Don't we owe him that?" Sam turned to look at her his hazel eyes burning bright with betrayal. She caved in that moment Sam and Bobby were all she had left. Sam was all she had left of Dean. "We'll do it your way." she whispers hoarsely.
She doesn't want to but she lets them take him from her and watches them lower him into the hand made coffin Sam hammers the lid down Bobby never touches her like he's afraid she will break if he does but she can feel his comfort washing over her in waves she just wishes she could comfort him to. He lost him to Dean and Sam were like sons to him he loved those boys with a fathers love fierce and strong burning bright in the darkest night and his pain was palpable. Once the coffin was covered and Bobby placed a little handmade cross at the head marking where Dean lay they all seemed to break just a little more.
Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
and dress them in warm clothes again.