Takes place Sometime after Dragon Slayer

Whumpee: Dean

Dean is 23

Sam is 18

Caleb is 31

I'm tired. This is dark. Idk if there will be more or not. Enjoy it or don't. Not beta'd.

~TH~

Dean knew he was going to die. It had never been so clear to him. The worst thing about it? He was going to die completely alone.

He had never been completely alone before. Sure he had felt alone, but at least he had people around him then. He'd resigned himself to not mattering nearly as much to people as they mattered to him. But he'd never expected to actually be alone. He'd thought that when the time came he'd have his dad at the least. Maybe Sammy. Or Caleb. Or maybe even Jim and Mac. Even Bobby would be better than being alone.

Who was he kidding? He'd take Joshua at this point.

Dean stumbled out of the woods, thankful the Wendigo was dead and he wouldn't have to worry about it anymore. That was a plus. But the wound in his side- it was bad. It had gotten a good was bleeding. A lot. And it wasn't slowing down. He might make it to the car, but he'd never be able to drive anywhere.

He really didn't want to die alone.

With shaking hands, he pulled out his cellphone. The service wasn't great but he had enough bars to make it work. He tried his dad first, not expecting an answer. He didn't get one. Just like he hadn't since he'd last been in the hospital. Then again, he might not even care. Afterall, hadn't he bailed before even speaking to his critically injured son last time? Why would he come out of hiding for the real thing?

Sam was out of the question. He wouldn't answer. And if these truly were his final moments, that wasn't what he wanted to be thinking about. Sam was happy. He'd leave him be.

Damien might not answer either. They'd found it easier not to talk than to somehow try to straddle whatever rules they were supposed to follow when with each other. Caleb would be there for Dean if he needed him, but John's orders had complicated things.

He tried him anyway. No answer. That one hurt. He doubted Caleb was outright ignoring him. He'd get a call back later. But there was a time when Caleb would answer no matter what was going on. But they had both grown up. And Dean had gone from not being allowed to be alone, to, it seemed, not be allowed to be with people. Was a phonecall to his best friend in his dying moments really roo much to ask?

Bobby. There was still Bobby. Bobby had to answer his phone. It was literally his job to sit by the phone and help hunters.

One ring. Two ring. An Answer.

"Hello?"

"Bobby." Dean sighed.

"Dean,: The answering sigh was unexpected. "You know I can't tell you anything."

"No-wait, that's not-"

"I know he's your Daddy, but he's also the Knight. He'll turn up when he's good and ready."

"Bobby please="

"I'm sorry Dean. I got in enough trouble last time. I'll call you back when things settle down." A click emphasized the end of the conversation.

Dean let out a sob, really feeling the effects of the blood loss now. He felt himself going down when his hands hit something solid. The Impala. He'd made it back to the car. He should get in it. Yeah that wasn't going to happen.

The Impala was the only thing keeping him from falling face first into the ground. Dean used it to slowly slide down to the ground. He needed to lay down. He needed to lay down right now. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. His breathing had sped up as well. And he didn't feel… real. Funny. Maybe he wasn't real. Pastor Jim said one you were real you couldn't become unreal, but then Pastor Jim had never been completely abandoned by everyone he cared about.

His head hit the ground with a little more force than he'd meant to. The stars he was seeing bounced on the impact. There were other people, right? More people he cared about?

Mac? He was a doctor maybe-

"Dr. Mackland Ames office." Wrong number but close enough.

"Yeah, yeah I need to talk to him."

"I'm sorry to who?" The receptionist's too sweet voice was making his head swim.

"M-Mac."

"I'm sorry Mr. Ames is in an important meeting. Can I take a message?"

Dean hung up without even offering an answer.

There was only one other person he knew to call. The phone at the Farm was ancient, but answered more often than Jim's cell. Dean knew he only had one call left in him and could only hope there'd be an answer.

There wasn't. A recorded message informed him that the pastor was out on calls and if you left a message he would get back to you this evening.

He didn't leave a message.

Dean felt himself slipping now. He'd lost too much blood. He could make a call for 9-11 but they wouldn't get there in time. He was so tired. There was no one to hold on for. No voice reminding him to stay awake. Nothing. He was so tired.

A blurry green blob approached him and incomprehensible words were spoken. It didn't matter. His eyes slipped closed and he succumbed to unconsciousness.

~TH~

Idk if there will be more or not. Could possibly go day 11 but idk.

I really like tomorrows personally. Still trying to post every day but have gotten behind on writing bc of school. We'll see what happens.

Let me know if you like this one - even if it's super depressing.

God bless,

Jamie