Here it is! This is up on my Wattpad already, along with the second part. In my mind, the song that Dean and Aline sing fits their relationship throughout the seasons. Enjoy!
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She knew she was dying. There was no other way to describe how everything else was blurring around her.
Sam was trying to get the both of them into the Impala, promising to get them up and moving again with tears falling from his eyes.
Weary.
Tired.
Weak.
Her eyelids felt heavy.
Both she and Dean had always talked about something like this happening the moment she came back from making that deal. That time they had together was the only time he indulged in chick-flick moments. Her mind flashed back to when they talked about it before Abaddon's death.
"What are we gonna do?" Aline asked. Her head was lying on his naked chest after a more gentle round two. She didn't even have to explain what she meant by that.
"We tell Sam everything we never told him before," Dean replied while he ran his fingers through her hair. "Are you..."
She nodded. "It's gonna be permanent this time, and I don't know if we'll end up in the same place. I want to. God, do I want to more than anything."
He kissed the top of her head. "We'll end up in the same place. Don't you worry about that. Besides, Heaven would be hell if you weren't there with me."
She looked up at his eyes. "You really mean that?"
"Course I do. I don't want to go without telling you you're my heaven, baby girl." He smiled lovingly at her and softly sang, "Swear to me, we'll never part."
She smiled back and sang back, "We'll never part."
"You know who I am."
"You know who I am."
"This is who I am."
"This is who I am."
He pulled her up to him, close enough so they could feel each other's breath as they sang together, "Take me as I am."
She smiled slightly. She had introduced Jekyll & Hyde to both brothers before the gates of Heaven were closed. The moment she and Dean got together, Dean had taken it upon himself to make "Take Me As I Am" their song. They sang that to each other whenever either one of them doubted the other.
Four days after that night, they both felt the overwhelming need to kill. And if they didn't, they'd hack up blood.
Crowley had explained that to them when Dean had summoned him. It felt like a lifetime ago. Her mind flashed back to that moment.
"We can't turn it off!" Aline stated. To say she wasn't freaked out by the fact the both of them were coughing up their own blood would be an understatement. She was freaking terrified. Piss-and-shit-your-pants terrified.
"Ever since I killed Abaddon, it's-it's like this whole...other thing. We both get this high and we-we-we need to kill. I mean, we really, really need to kill. And if we don't-" Dean added.
"You both yak your guts out. It's the mark," Crowley replied.
"Meaning?"
"It wants you to kill. The both of you, since you're bound to it as well, Aline. The more you both kill, the better you both feel. The less you kill, the less better you both feel."
"How much less better?" Aline questioned, half-wanting to hear the answer, half-not.
"One would imagine the least bit better."
Yet, here they were, slowly dying in Sam's arms. Not from not killing something. From being stabbed by an angel blade held by Metatron. She barely felt the pain anymore.
Numbness.
Dean had magicked the Blade into his hand the moment Metatron stabbed her. She heard Dean call out her name before the angelic douche turned the angel blade on him.
"You gotta leave us and get out of here, Sam," Aline said weakly, "before he comes back."
"Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh. Just shut up and save your energy, alright? Oh, man. We'll stop the bleeding. We'll-we'll get you both a doctor or-or I'll find a spell. You both are gonna be okay," Sam insisted, his voice quaking with fear and sadness. He took their hands and pressed them to their chests to keep the clothes in place.
"Listen to me. It's better this way," Dean stated. "For me and Aline."
"What?!"
Dean gasped. "Our Marks. They're making us into something neither of us want to be."
"Don't worry about the Marks. We'll figure them out later. Just hold on, okay?"
Sam was struggling to carry the three of them to the exit. She felt like she could barely breath as the blood covered her lips and mouth. It was time.
Acceptance.
"Sam," Aline gasped out. :"Hold up. Hold up."
He sat them both down on a piece of equipment. The only thing she could focus on was Sam's tearstained face as he held the two of them upright.
"We've got to say something to you."
"What?" Sam questioned.
Dean rested his hand on Sam's shoulder, but, as he spoke, he moved it to hold his head. "I'm proud of the three of us," he stated. "We both are." He didn't take his eyes off his brother's. "This is who I am," he sang to Aline.
"This is who I am," she sang back weakly as her hand grasped Dean's without looking away from Sam. Everything in her line of sight was fading to blackness.
They both leaned on each other as their eyes closed for the last time.
You are free now. You're with me now, where you'll always be.