One last time. (prompt 008: One last Date.)
Dean was shaking as he got ready looking in the mirror that usual cocky attitidr gone. The light in his eyes faded leaving nothing but a dull lifeless green. He sighed and swallowed hard. This hurt more then he expected it to. His time was coming to an end here, he had maybe a few days. Please let me have a few more days at least please. were his thoughts at that moment. He fought not to break down and lose it, Jo didn't need that. Both were barely hanging on. There didn't seem a solution in sight. Sam and Jo had both been working hard on it and Dean was ready to give up his hope. Ready for his time to come but not wanting to leave this life behind. He composed himself and came out of the bathroom looking to Jo and smiling.
Jo looked up and smiled though her heart was tearing apart inside. Her and Sam still came to dead ends and she was fearing the worse. She was fearing she would be losing Dean soon. She had known from the beginning and as much as she wanted to save his ass part of her was prepared for losing him. So she thought. As his days ticked down she found there were times she had to slip away from him and find somewhere she could just break down and cry. She wanted to hit him so hard sometimes for making the damned deal to begin with, and part of her understood. She always knew Dean would do anything it took to save his brothers. She hated the crossroads demon, hated her for robbing him of time others got. She wanted to kick and punch something or someone. She smiled though and went over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. If she was going to lose him she'd at least make sure he died happy.
Tonight they were going out as a family. Tyler was still getting ready. He knew she was heartbroken too and it caused a lump to form in his throat. He kept a smile on his face though and looked down at Jo's swelling stomach and ran his hands over it gently and she smiled placing her hands over his. He wouldn't be there when he or she was born but he knew Jo would make sure they grew up to know all about their father. They had decided to not find out the sex of the baby and he was almost tempted to ask now. Jo had planned ahead, she was good at that. She had an envelope ready for when Dean was dying she could let him know before he did if he had a son or a daughter. Their fingers entwined and Tyler came out. He smiled and took them out to eat. It was silent, the heaviness of this being the last planned night out weighed in the air. Usually they were laughing and joking. Tonight even Tyler seemed quiet. They got back home and Dean went and tucked Tyler in leaning down to kiss her forehead Jo coming in to do the same.
Dean and Jo went and changed into more comfortable clothes and went and watched a movie. Both laying on the couch staying close. Lately Jo found her fingers tightly curled in Dean's shirts when they laid close. As if she'd hang on for dear life if this Crossroads bitch came to try and take what was hers. Dean wouldn't put it pass his wife to do that. He closed his eyes when she'd nuzzle into his neck. They spent a lot of time just like this as close as they could be. Neither wanted to let go, both wanted to fight, but Dean couldn't. He kicked himself at times for it, but he never regretted saving his brother. They went to bed and stayed up talking. Discussing what ifs, and what could have beens. It hurt to talk about it but Jo seemed to like to hear things he'd do if he didn't die. A smile touched her lips as he spoke of taking their children to the park, to games. Talked about teaching them to drive when they got older. Things it didn't seem Dean would ever get to do, but Jo she'd do them for him in his memory. They soon let sleep take then with both hoping that tomorrow morning, Dean woke up to live another day.
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Jo looked up and smiled though her heart was tearing apart inside. Her and Sam still came to dead ends and she was fearing the worse. She was fearing she would be losing Dean soon. She had known from the beginning and as much as she wanted to save his ass part of her was prepared for losing him. So she thought. As his days ticked down she found there were times she had to slip away from him and find somewhere she could just break down and cry. She wanted to hit him so hard sometimes for making the damned deal to begin with, and part of her understood. She always knew Dean would do anything it took to save his brothers. She hated the crossroads demon, hated her for robbing him of time others got. She wanted to kick and punch something or someone. She smiled though and went over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. If she was going to lose him she'd at least make sure he died happy.
Tonight they were going out as a family. Tyler was still getting ready. He knew she was heartbroken too and it caused a lump to form in his throat. He kept a smile on his face though and looked down at Jo's swelling stomach and ran his hands over it gently and she smiled placing her hands over his. He wouldn't be there when he or she was born but he knew Jo would make sure they grew up to know all about their father. They had decided to not find out the sex of the baby and he was almost tempted to ask now. Jo had planned ahead, she was good at that. She had an envelope ready for when Dean was dying she could let him know before he did if he had a son or a daughter. Their fingers entwined and Tyler came out. He smiled and took them out to eat. It was silent, the heaviness of this being the last planned night out weighed in the air. Usually they were laughing and joking. Tonight even Tyler seemed quiet. They got back home and Dean went and tucked Tyler in leaning down to kiss her forehead Jo coming in to do the same.
Dean and Jo went and changed into more comfortable clothes and went and watched a movie. Both laying on the couch staying close. Lately Jo found her fingers tightly curled in Dean's shirts when they laid close. As if she'd hang on for dear life if this Crossroads bitch came to try and take what was hers. Dean wouldn't put it pass his wife to do that. He closed his eyes when she'd nuzzle into his neck. They spent a lot of time just like this as close as they could be. Neither wanted to let go, both wanted to fight, but Dean couldn't. He kicked himself at times for it, but he never regretted saving his brother. They went to bed and stayed up talking. Discussing what ifs, and what could have beens. It hurt to talk about it but Jo seemed to like to hear things he'd do if he didn't die. A smile touched her lips as he spoke of taking their children to the park, to games. Talked about teaching them to drive when they got older. Things it didn't seem Dean would ever get to do, but Jo she'd do them for him in his memory. They soon let sleep take then with both hoping that tomorrow morning, Dean woke up to live another day.
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