Dean raced to the garage with Sam nipping at his heels. He couldn't wait for Cas to return, he had to be ready to get to Y/N.
The Impala's doors opened with a loud creak of the hinges, Dean put one foot inside, ready to jump in when he heard the familiar sound of his angel's arrival.
"Dean," Castiel appeared in front of the car, his face twisted into a grim expression. Dean stepped back and slammed the door shut. He looked at Cas with wide, nervous eyes. "I found Y/N. We must go now."
"OK. Let's go." Dean reached for the door handle again, annoyed that he had closed it.
"There's no time. I will take you." Cas said, motioning for Dean and Sam to come to him.
"Is she OK?" Sam asked, moving to the angel's side.
Castiel looked from Sam to Dean and then down to the floor; his blue eyes were sad as he spoke, "No."
These were the moments Rowena lived for. Moments when all of her preparation and sacrifice and hard work would come together to finally achieve her goals. And tonight's goal: kill Dean Winchester for good.
The spell was ready, her son was out of the way, and if she had timed it right, that meddling angel was about to bring pop in with her target any moment. Rowena adjusted her dress, pulling it down a bit and smoothing the black fabric down over her hips. She pulled a tiny mirror out of her bag, fixed her hair and touched up her red lipstick. If people only knew how much effort she put into everything she did they'd truly be impressed. She mentally went over everything for the hundredth time and arranged herself behind the altar, waiting for the boys to arrive. She rested her palms on the bowl and took a deep breath.
"Rowena!" Dean's voice boomed through the dark open room. The witch looked up and saw the Winchesters and Castiel near the doorway. Sam and Dean both had guns pointed at her, but Dean's focus was moving from Rowena to the table where Y/N lay.
"Nice of you to join us Dean." She said with an evil smile. He lowered the gun and moved forward towards Y/N, his eyes were wide with worry and quickly filling with tears as he saw that she wasn't moving.
"Y/N!" He roared, his voice filling the room. She didn't move; her beautiful face was pale and had fallen to the side. He could see her eyes were closed, as if she slept, but he knew it wasn't true: Y/N was dead. Dean grit his teeth and cried out; a pain from deep inside him ripped through him, shooting out from behind his closed lips. He lowered his gun and ran to her, ignoring the cries from Sam and Castiel.
Dean couldn't hear them. He didn't feel Sam's hand come up and try to hold him back as he ran towards the table. He didn't hear Rowena begin her incantation; didn't see her raise her arms towards him. He only saw Y/N, dead in front of him. He only knew his love was gone and that he had to get to her, had to hold her one last time.
He saw the bright red flash of light. He felt it. A ball of energy shot from Rowena's hands and hit Dean straight in the chest. He filled him with red-hot pain; a vice gripped his heart and burned it, sending flaming heat throughout his entire body. He fell to his knees; his green eyes still on Y/N's peaceful face. His hands still reaching out for her. The red light enveloped him, filling his vision until Y/N was gone, everything was gone, everything but the light.
And then it was over. Just as quickly as the pain came, it left. The light receded, faded away until he could see again. Dean opened his eyes and felt the ground under his knees and hands. He gasped, drawing in a giant breath. He blinked to clear his head and climbed to his feet. He was shaky and collapsed as soon as he made it up. Castiel was at his side instantly, helping him stand up, wrapping Dean's arm around his own slender shoulder.
"What the hell was that?" Dean stammered, his tongue was heavy and hard to control. His head rolled to the side and landed on Cas' shoulder.
"A very strong killing curse. Similar to an angel smiting. I cannot believe you survived it Dean." Castiel's voice was low and gravely and hurt Dean's ears.
Sam was shouting next to them, his gun inches away from Rowena's head. Dean tried to process what was happening, tried to comprehend the scene playing out around him, but Sam's words seemed so far away. His head was aching; his body still shaking and uneasy. He opened his eyes and saw Y/N's body lying before him. A tidal wave of anger and hurt washed over him and his knees buckled. His fist grabbed Castiel's trench coat and he held on, using it to keep himself upright.
"She's dead. Y/N…I…I got her killed…Cas…" Dean's head was spinning, he began to fall again, wishing he could hit the ground and give in to unconsciousness. Cas held him tight and Dean fell against him, gathering his strength. He looked over finally to Sam and Rowena and saw that she was in shock. She stood, pale and frozen with a gun to her head. She watched Dean clinically, her eyes never leaving his face; her mind going over what could have gone wrong with her spell.
Sam was looking over at Dean as well, waiting for a decision to be made as to Rowena's fate. He could drop her in an instant, but he wasn't sure if that's the way this would play out.
Dean let his eyes drift back over to the long table. He lingered on Y/N's face, sorrow filling his own. His gaze fell down to her outstretched arm, the trail of blood that stained her beautiful skin; her hand was open and it seemed to reach out for him. He should have been here, should have saved her, should have stopped her from coming in the first place; but it was too late, and it was on him. Y/N's death was his fault. And Rowena's...
Dean made the decision in about half a second. He wasn't really thinking at all, his body made the move as soon as the idea flickered in his brain. He pushed away from Cas and stormed over to Sam, ripping the gun from his brother's fingers.
Rowena sighed in relief when the weapon was moved away from her temple. She bowed her head slightly and looked up at Dean with apologetic eyes. "Oh thank you for showing mercy Dean. You are truly a good man." She smiled softly up at him; Dean's face was a stone mask. His jaw was set hard, his eyes were slits, radiating waves of rage at the witch. She realized her bid for clemency was going nowhere and she dropped the act. She stood tall and her lips curled into a sneer. "Well, you can't blame a girl for trying can you?"
Dean snickered and cocked the gun. "You know Rowena, I can." He raised the gun and pulled the trigger, shooting her directly between her dull green eyes. She crumbled to the ground and Dean stood over her, Sam's gun still smoking in his hand.
Sam carefully came up behind him and took the weapon away. Dean let him take it, his body going slack again, the rush of adrenaline and rage wearing off. He stepped over Rowena's limp body and made his way to Y/N.
He started at her ankles, undoing the leather straps and running his fingers over the cuts they left behind. He blinked away salty tears as he saw the bruises and lacerations on her skin. He released her right arm and brought it to rest on her stomach. Finally, he removed the binding from her left arm. He brought her hand up to his face and kissed in. He held Y/N's hand to his lips for a long while, letting the tears come fully, soaking his face.
Sam was talking to him, offering words of comfort, but Dean wasn't listening. He held tight to Y/N, her hand pressed to his cheek. He ran his fingers down her face and leaned down to kiss her cold lips. He took a deep breath and turned to his partners.
"Cas... bring her back." He said, not bothering to hide the tears from his friend of brother. "Please."
Castiel came to him and pulled Dean away from Y/N. He placed his hand on her forehead and closed his eyes. Bright white light pulsed through her body and filled the room like daylight. Dean and Sam shielded their eyes as the light crested.
It faded and Cas pulled back, waiting. Y/N's eyes opened and she gasped, inhaling deeply and quickly. She coughed, and tried to sit up in a panic. Dean pushed Cas aside and went to her.
"Y/N!" He grabbed her face in his hands, his eyes searching it, making sure she was really back and OK.
"Dean?" She croaked, her throat was dry and burned when she spoke. "I think I just died," she tried to shake her head and focus on Dean's face.
"You did baby, I'm so sorry. I should have gotten here sooner. I'm so sorry." He lifted her face and kissed her lips
"But what happened? The spell... Rowena was trying to kill you Dean."
"I don't know, it didn't work." Dean kissed her forehead and pulled her into a hug. She lay against him, trying to catch her breath.
Suddenly she pushed away and looked at Castiel, her face in a panic. She pressed her hand to her stomach. "The baby?"
Castiel's face fell, he shook his head and looked away from her. "I'm sorry." He said, "I couldn't bring him back."
Y/N's lip trembled and she looked away from the angel down to her hand, still holding her stomach. "Him? It was… a boy?"
"I am very sorry." Cas said, moving away to give them some room.
A fresh stream of tears fell from Y/N's eyes and she turned to look at Dean. He had never stopped crying, his face was wet and his eyes were red and puffy. "I'm so sorry Dean. I should have listened to you." She said.
Dean grabbed her face again gently, pulling her back to him. "No. It's my fault for leaving you alone." He replied. "It'll be OK."
"But the baby…" She cried, a sob forming in her throat and keeping the words from coming out fully formed.
"It'll be OK." He repeated. "I love you."
"I love you too Dean." Y/N said. She leaned forward and kissed him, their lips saying all the things they couldn't say outloud.
Suddenly Y/N felt a burning sensation on her hand. It wasn't painful, but it was a hot tingle that pulled her immediately from the kiss to investigate. She sat back away from Dean and looked down at her hand. The Moonstone was glowing; a pale blue light radiated off of the gem. She looked from it to Dean, he looked just as scared and curious as she felt. After a few seconds the light began to move. It traveled down her hand and up her arm, running through her body with a strange rush, like a thick liquid was moving inside her. It ran down her chest and settled around her middle, pulsing and emitting a bright glow. Y/N lay back against the table and stayed perfectly still. Dean watched as the light expanded, covering Y/N and then shrank down, quickly disappearing into her.
Y/N let out a small cry and gasped. Her hands flew to her stomach; she felt something move. "Dean!" She cried out and grabbed his hand.
"Cas! What's happening?" Dean turned and called his friend over. Castiel lay a soft hand on Y/N's abdomen and smiled. He pulled away and shook his head.
"What is it?" She asked. "What was that?"
Cas smiled at her. "Your baby is fine," he said. "May I see your ring?"
She looked at the angel with questioning eyes but removed the Moonstone and gave it to him. He closed his fingers around it and nodded. He smiled and gave it back to her.
"What the hell Cas?" Dean asked.
"I would not believe it if I didn't see it." Cas began.
"See what? What the heck is going on?"
Y/N put her hand on Dean's shoulder, "Let him talk," She said.
Castiel smiled at her again. "I believe that your ring just brought your son back to life." The couple looked at each other and then Cas, dumfounded and at a loss for words.
"You gave me a cursed object as an engagement ring Dean?" Y/N said jokingly.
Dean shrugged, "I didn't mean too."
"It's not cursed at all. Moonstones are used as charms to protect lovers in times of difficulty, times apart, and during pregnancy. It seems that all the times you touched it, thinking about Dean, you charged the gem, filling it with your love. And then it simply did what it was supposed to do; it saved Dean from Rowena's spell, and it saved your baby."
Castiel finished his explanation and Y/N shook her head. "That's just unbelievable. Do you believe all that? It's just a ring." She said, looking over at Dean.
"Well…I mean, yeah. What else could it have been?" Dean said. He grabbed her hand and ran his fingers over the Moonstone. "Besides, does it really matter what happened? You're alive, that's all that matters to me."
Y/N kissed him again and smiled. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck.
Sam spoke up finally from across the room. "Hey guys, why don't we get the hell out of here before Crowley finds out what happened to his mother?"
"Good idea Sammy." Dean said, still wrapped up in Y/N's arms. "Where the hell is that bastard anyway?"
Y/N pulled away and swung her legs off the table. "Oh, Rowena zapped him away somewhere. He kinda went poof and disappeared."
"She what?" Sam asked, looking down at the witch's body.
"I don't know man, she went zap and he went 'AAAhhh' and poofed away." She threw her hands up dramatically, and slid off the high table. "Now get me outta here please. I just died and I'm starving."
Dean laughed, "You are officially a Winchester now Y/N."
"Well…not for another few hours." She smiled and kissed his cheek gently.
To be completed...
