I had made mentioned of a story I had written for a group that I joined after season 3 and someone had asked about it. I know I should be working on What's Done is Done, but I wanted to start posting this story here. (Sorry for the wait on What's Done is Done). Anyway, we called, and still do call, ourselves The Bust Dean Outta Hell Brigade; and now that he's out we're dedicated to keeping him out. Some of us decided to write a rescue fic that also contained a little background info on how our character met the boys. Well here is mine. I hope you enjoy it. The boys are in it of course as well as original characters based on me and the rest of the Brigade.
His image lingered before her, his brilliant green eyes no longer shinning with the life they once held. His usual smirk having been replaced by a sad smile meant to convey that he knew his time was up and that he had, however begrudgingly, accepted his fate and was now resigned to its final conclusion. That same smile said I'm sorry, I did this, I am the cause of the pain you are now feeling and I am so sorry.
She reached her hand out to touch that face she had become so familiar with; to brush her fingers over the cheeks that she would never get to kiss again. Her hand passed through him as if he were no more than smoke. His image flickered and she heard his voice for the last time say, "I love you," and then he faded completely away. Her grief crashed over her in a wave so powerful that she fell to her knees. She had to place both her hands on the floor in front of her to keep from falling flat. Her head bowed until her chin rested on her chest and only then did she allow the tears to fall. It didn't take long for her grief to turn to anger.
She began to curse him for what he had done. For allowing himself that moment of weakness; that small lapse in judgment; no matter how justifiable the reason. She understood the reason, hell, she even accepted it and knew without doubt had it been her decision to make she would have done the same, but that didn't keep her from getting angry. He never believed just how much the world needed him. He always believed that others were more important than he. Stupid, stubborn son of a bitch, he refused to see the truth; he was needed, he was loved and he would be sorely missed.
She wasn't going to accept this. She wasn't going to allow him to suffer through a fate that wasn't his, even if he had set it up. No, there had to be something she could do. She would do anything. Even go into Hell itself to bring him back. Wait a minute that was the answer. She had heard of a group that was banding together to do just that. She pushed herself up off the floor. She grabbed her cell off the coffee table and dialed the number that she had been given if this time had come to pass.
She willed back the tears that threatened to fall once again. She had lost her best friend. He had never been anything more than that. He was like a brother to her. She had never wanted or needed more from him. The bond they had was special. Their friendship to precious to risk losing by trying to be more. She had his love, as a friend, that was enough. He had proven time and time again that he had her back. He had gotten her out of more situations than she cared to remember, not all of them of the supernatural kind. Now, he needed her. Now it was his butt on the hot seat, literally. Now, it was time for her step up and have his back.
Her thoughts were interrupted when her call was answered. Fear gripped her insides as she came to a full realization of what she was about to do. She was about to commit herself to a mission that held the highest level of danger possible. She was about to agree to join a group that was hell bent on marching into Hell itself and facing the legions of that most horrid place in order to save the soul of the one man that they refused to let go. He had been there for each of them in one way or another. He had earned their admiration and respect.
She hung up her phone and prayed a silent prayer. She asked for guidance and protection. She knew that now there was no turning back. She could leave the Brigade anytime she wanted, they wouldn't stop her; however, she would lose all respect for herself. No, she was in this until the end. No matter the outcome she had to try. She just hoped that he would be able to forgive her. She knew that this would not have been what he would want. She knew that he wouldn't want them to put themselves in harms way to save him. She also knew that had he been here he would have known better then to try to stop them. She knew that if the roles were reversed he would do the same for anyone of them. She had to smile they were surely a dysfunctional bunch that functioned well under the circumstances.
"Hang on Dean, we're coming for you," she whispered, "I promise you that I will do whatever I need to get you out or die trying." She turned and switched the light off and headed to her bedroom. "Better try and get some sleep. It is going to be a long day tomorrow, need to get started on that research, don't want to be too tired."
Try as she might sleep did not come easy. She found herself plagued by nightmares of what he must be going through. She tried for hours without success, and then from just in the back of her mind she heard these words, "Welcome to the Brigade soldier. Have no fear we will save Dean," her restlessness settled and she was finally able to sleep as the hope began to build that maybe just maybe they would be able to save him.