No Words Can Express
In a moment's rush Dean finds no words to express all he wants to say to the woman he never got to know. Character death Ellen/Jo
Don't own 'em, just love 'em. Wish ta hell I worked for Kripke.
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The bomb was thrown together. Sam was ready to leave, Ellen was hovering nearby somewhere but Dean had to say goodbye. How could he say goodbye when he really never had given himself a chance just to say hello to Jo?
Dean slowly rachted his body down to kneel before the woman bleeding before him. And thought 'It was all moving too fast' and yet at the same time this moment was hanging as if too slow and it had crammed inside it all the crashed together feelings he'd ever had about this woman who lay there dying. 'Damn Jo' He held her head in his hands and looked into her eyes and could see her drifting, fighting to stay but drifting out of his grasp. The moment sped again and he could not find any words good enough for her inside his head. He wanted to say, 'I do respect you ya know? Last night I was a jerk and you showed your momma's good sense by not letting me try to pull that end of the world crap on you...' And then he realized 'But it was your last night.' and felt his face wince and tears burn his eyes. He wanted to tell her 'I'm proud of the woman you turned out to be... and if there had been time...to do it right...if you woulda had me...'but the moment sped again and it made him acutely aware that he's been saying goodbye to more and more of the people he's known and now it was time to say goodbye to Jo. Forever.
So it was that when her eyes focused again he looked deeply into them and saw the girl he'd first met and he kissed her on the forehead, one chaste kiss to honor that girl she'd been. When he pulled away to look into her eyes again, this time there was a woman before him. So he cradled her face gently in his hands and bent in to kiss her fully on the lips as tenderly as he could and hoped it would tell her 'that he honored the brave woman she'd become and that he was both saddened and proud that she designed this plan herself to go out like damn fine hunter, fighting the good fight to the end. And that he was grateful to have known her.'
And then that moment too slipped away.
The growls at the door signaled that it was time to run and Sam shouted, "Dean!" They made it up the stairs and down the fire escape and no hounds chased them. As they ran, they were keenly aware with every foot fall that the yardage was bought for them by the lives of Ellen and Jo, two, of only a few women who had been in their lives more than once. When the blast came, Dean and Sam had gotten less than half a block away, and it lit up the sky. They both stopped and turned, risking a quick glance backward before even that moment of temporary safety urged them to move on.
Then they turned and ran as fast as they could to meet the devil himself. Sam thought running seemed to be all they were doing lately, running through the pain of loss. Dean promised himself that their private grief would be revisited when there was enough time. But for now they both knew, to be worth the sacrifice of those two brave women, they had to live to see this through. Only the success of stopping Lucifer and the ruin he planned on Heaven, Hell and human kind would do justice to the memory of all those whose lives had been lost- everything depended on it.
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