Author's Note: I've been writing a lot recently... But anyway, I was listening to Permanent by David Cook and came up with this idea. I hope you enjoy ^_^
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I looked at his body. Battered, torn, shredded. I couldn't believe this. I won't accept it. No. I won't. I shook my head as the tears fell. I didn't want it to end like this before him. No. I sniffed when I looked into his lifeless green eyes. They were empty. They were usually full of life and they always had a spark in it.
I ran my hand through his hair. I couldn't believe it. He would run his hand through his own hair when he was frustrated. It was always short and spiky. My eyes traveled across his face. It was covered in lifeless pain. Something that would never leave his face.
My eye caught his necklace. I took it off and put it around my neck.
I hung my head as the tears fell. "No Dean. No."
The image of the hellhounds killing him. Shredding him to pieces still was fresh in my head. His screams of pain. The pain of getting his insides ripped out of him. I couldn't take it anymore. I laid down next to him.
I help his hand and brought it up to my face. I rested my forehead against the back of his hand. "Dean." I cried out again.
I looked up to the ceiling. To try and find someone to answer my prayer. "Please, God, can I take his place?" I called out.
I heard no answer. God wasn't going to let me take his place. Why would he? I already died and came back to life thanks to Dean.
I couldn't bear to think of the pain of being alone in Hell. Not having your family there. I can't imagine the pain of being tortured for eternity.
I rested my head again against the back of Dean's hand. "No Dean. Please, come back. This can't be permanent."