Supernatural: Fighting for You
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He felt the warmth leaving Dean's body, but no answer. Carefully, he shifted Dean's weight, the thought of him impaled a second longer threatening to be the final straw on the bile that was waiting in the back of his throat.
With a grunt and a stifled cry of grief, he shifted Dean's weight and pulled him off of what appeared to be rebar. Who leaves a massive piece of rebar sticking out of a wooden beam, he thought angrily.
Gently laying Dean's body on the ground, Sam felt his knees give out and barely managed to move far enough away to let the contents of his stomach spill over the ground without adding bile to the blood now soaking Dean's shirt.
Crying out again to Castiel and Jack, Sam let his tears continue to fall as he rocked back and forth, now holding Dean's limp frame in his arms. Why now? After everything we've been through? Why? His heart cried out.
Faintly, he became aware of banging. Hopeful, he quickly looked down at Dean's face, but there was no movement. Dean's expression was a blank mask of death that Sam knew would haunt his nightmares for years. Disappointment tore through his heart and he went to bury his head in his older brother's shoulder once more when the sound broke through again.
The boys, crap! Sam thought, they were the whole reason they had even come to this forsaken place.
Carefully, he laid Dean down again, "I'll be right back. You'd better be here. He'd better be here, Cas!" Sam yelled, wiping the tears from his face and then his hands on his jeans, he moved through the rest of the barn. The kids had to be here somewhere.
The pounding grew louder and finally, he saw the small cellar door.
"It's okay," his heart clenched, that phrase wouldn't be easy to say for some time to come if Dean really was gone.
"My name is Sam, I'm here to help you."
Cautiously unlocking and opening the cellar door, Sam found the kids huddled inside, one kid's fists were red from pounding on the door.
"You're okay. Come here, let's get you guys to town."
With one last look at the barn, Sam led the boys to the impala. The town was fifteen minutes away. He'd be back.
Dean opened his eyes and found himself standing beside the impala, what looked like Elle's roadhouse off to his left. The sun was shining and the weather was amazing. Where is Sam? He thought, his eyes scanning the mountains, something odd stirring in his gut.
Walking over to the roadhouse, he took in the old fashion signs and the familiar scent of the place. Rounding the corner, he found himself face to face with Bobby Singer.
"Bobby!" Hugging the old man, his brain told him he must be dreaming, "It's been a long time, I've missed you!" Bobby patted him heartily on the back.
"I've missed you too, son. I'm sorry you're here, but I sure am glad to see you."
"Here?" Dean asked, warnings going off now. Memories of pain flashing across his mind, Sam's eyes filled with tears, being unable to breathe properly.
"Heaven." Bobby's gaze was somber.
"Heaven? I-I'm dead?" Dean's breath caught as words surfaced, "Tell me it's okay." "Dean... It's okay. You can go now."
"I'm dead. This is heaven. Ellen's roadhouse?" Dean asked, finality sinking into his heart. Well, crap. A small ironic smile played at the corners of Dean's mouth.
He was glad to be here, at peace. He felt it, accepted it, this was it. Smiling, he tried to ignore the small part of him that pushed against fate. That longed for Sam. That had wanted more with Ben and Lisa. The ring he had bought for Lisa was still in his sock drawer at the bunker.
A small pang of sadness hit him as he realized that he'd left Sam. That Sam would have to go through his things, find his hopes and dreams hidden in the various spaces in his room. He didn't want to cause Sam more pain, but that's what was headed Sam's way. His heart gave a gentle thump as the thought that Sam was already in tremendous pain entered his head.
Bobby saw the thoughts flash across Dean's face. Dean had never been one capable of hiding what he felt if one took the time to really look.
"Dean..."
"Nah, it's okay," his breath hitched, that phrase was not something he'd ever be able to say again without Sam's face filling his mind, "I'll be fine. I think I'm gonna take a ride, though."
Getting into Baby, Dean put her into gear and drove down the small, curvy road. Driving gave him such a sense of freedom. He could do this forever.
"Dean." Castiel's deep voice shook Dean out of his thoughts.
"Cas!" Dean smiled, "it's good to see you, man!" Pulling the impala over, Dean grasped Castiel in a firm hug. "Jack pulled you out of the empty! Why didn't you come to say hi?" He frowned, pulling back.
"We've had a lot of work to do up here. I'm sorry." Cas said, his brow furrowing.
"It's ok, man. No worries." Pulling back onto the road, Dean continued driving, contentment on his features, although Castiel could tell that something deeper was being masked.
"How are things going up here?" Dean asked, feeling Castiel's slightly uncomfortable stare.
"Things are...well. Jack is doing a good job."
Nodding, Dean continued to focus on the road. He didn't want to think about what he could ask of Castiel, what he could ask of Jack. Sam had told him it was ok. The monster that had shoved him into whatever had impaled him was dead, so Sam could move on without worrying about revenge. It was a good way to go.
"Dean. I need to ask you something."