You wake up, lifting your sleepy head off the table. You look around, seeing papers strewn across the room, newspaper articles were taped to the wall, and books were left open to numerous different pages. You rubbed the sleep from your tired eyes, and turned on a light. It had to be around 7:00 am in the morning. You sighed and grabbed a towel and a change of clothes. You went to the bathroom to take a shower. As you let the warm water hit your body, you felt tears begin to fill your eyes. You tried to blink them away, but one trailed down your cheek. It was all your fault. You and the Winchester brothers had gotten seperated durring your vampire hunt to find the colt and now you had heard the news that John Winchester was dead. If you could've just been there... maybe, just maybe he could've lived. John was like a father to you, he always protected you when you were little and made sure you were safe after the werewolves had mauled your family.
More tears fell down your cheeks. You turned off the water and got out of the shower, drying yourself off and getting dressed into your favorite t-shirt and jeans. You shrugged on your leather jacket and packed everything up. You grabbed the keys to your 1970 camaro and walked out the door. You drove for a while, not knowing where you were going until suddenly one of your phones rang. You dug through the pile of phones until you found the one that was ringing. You flipped it open and held it up to your ear.
"Hello?" you asked.
"Hey y/n. Its me Bobby." replied the familar voice.
"Hey Bobby, what's up?"you said, happy to hear a familiar voice.
"I need you to come over. I have some news." he said his voice dark.
"Oh..okay." you said, unsure what to think. You drove in his direction. It was nightfall by the time you got there. Sam was waiting on the porch.
Your eyes lit up and you jumped out of the car and ran up to him, hugging him. He wrapped his arms around you.
"Hey y/n." he said, his voice heavy with sadness.
"Sam?" you ask, looking up at him. You look to see his eyes were puffy from crying.
"Come on, y/n.. we need to tell you something." he said, leading you inside.
Confused you followed him. Bobby was leaning against his desk. You ran up and hugged him.
"Hey uncle Bobby. It's great to see ya!"you say, smiling.
"Yeah sweetheart its great to see you too." he said, sniffing.
"Hey where's Dean?" you ask. Looking around for your seceret crush. Sam looked away.
"Um y/n.. Dean.. uh...passed. He's in hell now." Bobby said solemly.
"What? How?" you asked, shock overtaking your body.
"I'm so sorry y/n it was my fault I-" Sam began but Bobby shot him a glare.
"Now boy this isn't you're fault." he growled.
Hot tears trailed down your face.
"I never got to see him... I-I never got to say goodbye.." you whispered.
"I'm so sorry y/n..." Sam said, hugging you.
"He took his life to save Sammy's." Bobby said. "He went down foolish but a hero."
You sobbed, falling down to your knees. "I never got to tell him that I loved him." you cried.
"He told me to give you this.. "Sam said, handing you a small ring box. You opened it and in it had his ring and a note that read in his hand writting,
I love you. Don't forget it. Take care of Sammy for me.
You closed the box and stood up, looking at Sam.
"Thank you Sammy." you said softly, tears still streaming.
He hugged you again, his own tears flowing.
"I miss him too." he whispered.
You couldn't believe it. Dean was in hell...
The end.