Before I faded, blocking out the click of claws on title, away for good there were three words that I wanted to choke out even if they couldn't hear me at all.
(those bitches could smell me and wanted to rip me up some more)
"I-"
But as the black started to seep in, the taste of his kiss still lingering on my lips (and the regret that filled us up), it was clear that out of the many things I got this deadly day, slow death, and the kiss I've been wanting for years, I wouldn't get this.
Love you.
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I can't count on my fingers the masses of people waiting for on the other side, and the millions of hunters that found their way into the light, and I got to touch faces of those who had started to fade from my memory.
But there was only one, besides mom who was holding my hand tighter then the rest (calling me a adult when I know I never really got the chance), who I remembered better then all the rest.
The one that had turned me into the person I died as, gave my life for world and the man I loved, who fueled the hunter deep inside and the hate for those sonsofbitches.
"Daddy?"
We were together at last, slowly forgetting the suffering we had gone through because of our job (but never forgetting him, never), and falling into each other one at a time.
(my guts thankfully not hanging out all over the place)
"My god, Joey, look how pretty you are, my little girl! You shouldn't be here, neither of you should."
Over the years I didn't think I could ever see him again, during the period where you don't think you'll ever be knocking at deaths door, only in the dreams that ended too fast, and now that I had him I wasn't about to let this moment slip through my fingers.
Besides we have forever, spending our days in the bright sky with our eyes on the Winchesters (you can guess where mine will be) and praying they save the day, and I'm sure that's just the right amount of time to make up all our days apart.
"Neither should you, daddy, but at least where here together, finally."