I Tried To Save You, I Did.
Title: I Tried To Save You, I Did.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/OFC, Sam/OFC
Rating: PG
Word Count: 664
Warning: Dean goes to hell. Lots of crying and sadness.
Summary: Sam and OFC!Emony give Dean a sendoff to hell.
Notes: This story was based on a dream I had a couple weeks ago. I edited a couple parts like the fact that we actually ‘went into hell’(which was weird) out because they didn’t really make logical sense. -- Don’t judge me for the story, this is only what my subconscious thought up.
Dean wrapped his arms tightly around my shoulders, gripping my arms and burying his face in my neck.
“I don’t want to go.” He choked, warm tears falling onto my neck.
I hugged him, pulling him as close as I could, not knowing what to say, just letting him know I was there.
He pulled back, looking deep into my eyes. “I’m scared. I- I don’t know what it’s gonna be like and- and I’m scared.”
“I know.” I couldn’t say anymore. I couldn’t make it better. He was going to Hell and no one could stop it. That’s what he was most concerned about- he made the deal to save Sam, and he didn’t want to take it back.
We heard Sam’s voice, trying to be cheerful, saying something about salt around the room just in case.
“I don’t- He can’t see me like this.” I nod and Dean leaned away from Sam’s voice, not letting him see his face, hand gripping my wrist.
“You done?”
Sam nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Yeah, I mean, I did everything I could think of. I’m not promising anything but I tried.” He let out a shaky breath.
I felt Dean squeeze my wrist and glanced at him, eyes red but not as bad as before and I took it as my time to go. I tried to walk away and his hand pulled me, once again, briefly into his arms.
“Em-”
“Bye, Dean.” I whispered and pressed a kiss to his cheek, pulling away from him again.
I took a deep breath and pressed a hand to Sam’s chest before leaving the basement.
When I stepped into the fresh air, I saw the rays of sun peeking up in the dawn over the stretch of field and walked over to sit in the Impala.
I don’t know how long I sat in the car, watching the sun slowly rise over the horizon, when Sam walked out of the cellar. I sat up instantly, stopping the painful sobs I’d gained, and watched him as he slid into the driver’s seat, soundless. Sam shut himself inside, nervously pressing the lock down. He grabbed the steering wheel and fell onto it, whole body shaking.
“Sam, I-”
He took a breath, sniffed and wiped at his eyes.
“He kicked me out.”
“Sam…” I said, slower this time, pressing a cautious hand to his back.
“I told him I could handle it, that I wanted to be there but-”
“Sam, you didn’t want to be down there, no matter what happens, it’s not gonna be good. It’d be better-”
“I don’t care about better! I- He’s my brother. I should be-”
He was sharply cut off by a loud yell, a sound of ultimate pain and suffering, from below the house. Sam jumped, reaching for the door and I grabbed his shoulders.
He strained against my hands, fumbling with the locked door.
“Sam…” I scooted closer to him, hugging him from the back, trying to keep him in the car.
The yelling quieted and then disappeared and Sam thunked his head against the window, sobs wrecking through his body once again.
“Sam- Sam, people are gonna be here soon.” I said after a while, breaking the silence, filled previously only by Sam‘s heavy breathing and ragged whimpers.
“Just- just give me a minute.”
“Yeah, okay.” I pulled back from him, settling back into the passenger seat, fingers still stroking idle patterns on his back.
After a while he turned his body back to the wheel and his face to look at me.
“You okay?” I asked, a mournful look building in my brows, throat tightening.
He took a deep breath. “Yeah. For a while, at least.”
“Come on, let’s get going.”
Sam silently nodded and started the car, shifting into gear and pulling onto the nearest road.
“Know where we’re going?”
He sighed and swallowed hard. “I’m just gonna drive.”
“Okay.” I replied. I was fine with that.