Okay, second last chapter! Next chapter will be the epilogue.
I pulled the trigger over and over. The vampires shrieked and hissed. The gunshots from above echoed around along with my own. We had been going well, and then I had run out of ammo.
"Shit." I hissed under my breath and then pulled out my handgun. I shot that over and over until the bullets ran out. Then I reached down into the floorboard again and drew the machete out.
"Damn motherfuckers. Don't know when to stop." I muttered.
"Sam, wait! You can't go out there alone!" Dean cried. I smirked.
"There are three left. We're good." I said. Then a ran. The gunfire ceased up the top, and I swung my machete at the first vampire. He ducked and threw a punch. I blocked it and then sliced through the air, narrowly missing the vampire's head. Just as I turned around, something flashed just outside of my line of vision. I turned my head to see Ash was chopping up a vampire. Her hatchet in hand, she looked ready to kill anything. Her blue eyes glowed dangerously.
"Sam, look out!" I heard John scream. I turned around again, just in time to see a vampire swing a metal pipe at my head. Then everything turned black as pain lanced through my skull.
….
Ash saw him die. She always knew that he was going to die, but she didn't think it would be so soon. She was right there, and she hadn't bothered to save him. A cry was ripped from her throat as she beheaded the last vampire, the one with the metal pipe. She watched as Sam's eyes glazed over, and his body fell limply to the ground. Tears trickled down her face without even knowing it as she ran towards her dead boyfriend.
"Sam, hey, hey, hey. No, no, no, this isn't how it's supposed to go, Sam!" Ash muttered as she picked up Sam's heavy head and placed it in her lap. A sob escaped her lips. "You were meant to write a eulogy for me. I was meant to die before you, damn it! Sam!" She sobbed into his neck. She heard running footsteps, and cries for Sam, but ignored it. She buried her face in Sam's hair. A thin stream of blood had tricked from Sam's nose.
"Damn it, Sam." Ash whispered. She was not human, so she was going to save him. It was her job. Ash placed Sam's head gently down, and then lay down next to him. She held his hand, twining his fingers gently in hers.
"I know you can hear me, Sam, so I will tell you this once. Thirty beats. That is all we get. My heart beats faster than a regular human's, so we don't get long." Ash whispered. She knew Sam's ghost was there, listening, watching. Ash smiled and closed her eyes. She directed the flow of her life force into Sam. She could feel herself draining away. She heard the steady beat of her heart faltering. She felt her candle going out. Ash opened her eyes again, but her eyes drooped dangerously low, and she felt tired, but she had to stay awake for Sam. She had to.
It was her job.
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Dean watched as Ash whispered into Sam's ear, and then closed her eyes. Dean looked at his Dad, who shook his head in confusion, and then looked back at Ash. Her skin paled, and her once again open eyes drooped tiredly, but she seemed determined to stay awake. Dean watched as Sam's body lit up. Dean's hope fluttered, and then soared as his eyes snapped open and he gulped in a large breath. Hazel orbs flittered around, looking for something, and then they found Ash. They didn't find Dean, or John, they found Ash, because she had been there when they hadn't.
"Ash, no! You stupid, stupid girl!" Sam gasped as he pulled her up into a sitting position. Dean frowned in confusion. What?
….
I held Ash's hands, and she smiled up at me.
"You're okay." Ash whispered hoarsely. I nodded, tears filling my eyes.
"This was a mistake, you know," I said. Ash nodded.
"We were a mistake, but you know what? It was the best mistake of my life." Ash whispered. I smiled.
"Too true." I whispered back. Then Ash's eyelids fluttered closed.
"I love you, Sam." She whispered, and then her body went limp, and her candle was snuffed out for good. I bit back a sob as I lifted her up into my arms. I looked at Dean and John.
"Well, I guess this is what happens when one of the Winchesters thinks it's a good idea to settle down, huh? Plain old Winchester luck." I muttered. Dean let out a choked laugh. I looked at John.
"I'll come with you, Dad, but just know that I will take a long time to trust you, and I will never, ever forgive you for what you've done." I told them. Dean and Dad nodded, and for once, I smiled. Not a big smile, because the girl I loved was dead, but it was a reassuring smile.
It was over before it had begun anyway, because we both knew it would end this way. Her dying for me. That was always how it went.