Theme song: Emeli Sande - Read All About It(karaoke)
Here is the intro so read it first if you haven’t.
I was sitting in Dean’s and Sam’s library while they were watching me intensively. I swallowed hard and looked at both man too. None of us could believe that I am alive. Especially Dean and I think I know why it was so hard for him. It wasn’t easy for me to see him again but I tried to be strong.
“How did you get here?” Dean said in a sharp voice. He was suspicious and still refused to believe that I am actually me even after all that stuff that he and Sam did to me.
“I don’t know.” I told him in tired voice as I repeated myself again. He was asking the same question maybe a seventh time by now. And I was tired. Really tired. Like I haven’t slept at least for a few days. I rubbed my eye and looked him in the eye. “Dean – I am tired. I really want to get some sleep. Can we continue with this interrogation in the morning? Maybe then I will remember something because at the moment I can’t you tell anything.”
“You can’t or you won’t?” He narrowed his eyes at me. I took a deep breath and sighed tiredly as I closed and opened my eyes again.
“I told you. I don’t know how I get here. Or why did I get here. It’s like my mind is blank and I know only that, that I died about five years ago and now I am alive again. And I can’t explain how that happened.” He was about to open his moth but I cut him instantly and continued on what I wanted to tell to both brothers. “I am curious about everything just as much as you two are but I am too tired. I am feeling like I could collapse at any moment by now.” I yawned and blinked lazily. I was feeling a bit dizzy too.
“Y/N…” Dean wanted to say something but now Sam was the one that interrupted him.
“Alright then. I will show you a room where you can sleep. Maybe you are hungry? Do you need something else? Water?” He asked gently. I gave him a small, heartwarming smile and shook my head. I really missed his kindness.
As I stand up I looked at Dean from a corner of my eye. He looked mad. Angry. His eyes glared at his younger brother as Sam reached for my shoulder and took me to a plain room that contained just a few furniture: bed, night table with little lamp on it, a chair and a writing table. I could care more about that if I will think about staying with them but now all I wanted to do was lay my head on pillow and rest for the night.
I woke up in the middle of the night from some strange scratches. As I opened my eyes and looked at the door where the scratch came from I saw a man’s silhouette. It was him.
“If you are wondering what kind of monster I am I can tell you that none.” I sighted still tiredly.
“And how you know that?” He whispered. Then I started to think. Maybe I am something? How could one be alive again after five years? Especially then when my body was burned.
“Yes. You have a point here. But I am feeling the same. Just like before that demon killed me. And when I say the same about everything I mean about EVERYTHING. My feelings didn’t change.” I told him in silent voice as I sat up on my bed’s side and stared into my hands. I heard how he stepped forward toward me but then stopped. He was considering something and I haven’t any courage or strength to look at him.
“It was so hard for me.” I heard his whisper. “When that demon killed you I tried everything to bring you back. And now… Now you are here. After long five years and me, who finally started to deal with your lost. I just couldn’t lose you again so I can’t and I won’t let myself to believe so easily that you are here with me. The real you.”
His words made me look at him. I bite my bottom lip as I tried to hold back my tears. All I wanted was him to hold me tight in his strong and warm hands but I knew that it was impossible.
“I get it. I do.” I whispered and lowered my head so I was looking at my lap again. “It’s not easy for me too, you know. I am confused. Everything is so unnatural. What if I am dreaming? Or what if I am in hell and demons are torturing and about to brake me?” My eyes widened and I took a deep breath. “That would explain why I can’t remember a thing.” I swallowed hard. My breath fastened as I became to think about every possibility. What if what I thought I not clearly remembered what I thought was a heaven but my imagination? Me - trying not break down in hell?
“That can’t be truth. You were too good. Too innocent. You could never end up in hell.” Dean stepped closer and crouched beside me. He lifted my chin and looked me into eyes. “I don’t know why you even would think about that.” It was more like he was talking to himself then to me. Dean looked worried now. Like the things that he said about trusting me he left behind.
His touch calmed me. And all I could do now was staring into his eyes. Lips. Oh how I would want them to be on mine.
“Dean – you need to go.” I said silently and turned from him my face.
“Why?” He was a bit confused from my sudden request.
“Because…” I tried to think of a good reason but my head was as empty as empty hole.
Dean sighted heavily and stands up. His eyes were still on me. I felt his intensive eyes on my body as he searched for answer that I couldn’t get him.
But that wasn’t the worst part.
I couldn’t hide my fear anymore.
What if I am really in hell and demons are just playing with me?
I wrapped my arms around my legs and hide my face from him. When I started to think about it more I started to be more suspicious and more… afraid.
“This can’t be real. None could be alive when they are dead for five years. This isn’t real. I am tortured. This is hell. Now I can see it clear. This is hell. You are one of demons and you want to break me. Yes. This is the most explicable thing.” I whispered to myself not minding that “Dean” will hear it.
“Y/N.” His husky voice called my name silently. “Look at me.” He demanded and made me to do as he told me to by grabbing me by my shoulders. “Do I look to you unreal? Do you think I am one of them? Look – “He took out of his pocket flask with holly water and took some big sips from it. “You see? I am not demon.” He threw it away and took my face in his huge palms. His eyes looked into mine. Dean swallowed hardly and in instant his lips end up on mine’s.
And this was the moment when we both could tell to each other that neither he was a demon or I some kind of monster. One kiss. That was all that it took. One little kiss.
When he pulled out of kiss, he looked me straight into the eyes.
“Do you still think it’s not real?”
I shook my head slightly and leaned my head into his chest. I started to sob and he hugged me tighter.
“But how…” My voice broke so I started again. “How am I alive? Why?” I whispered into his chest while he gently strokes my hair.
“I don’t know. But we will find out if you really need that. Because you know what? All I care is that you are alive. For the first time I don’t care about the reason. All that I know is that I am going protect you from everything and everyone. None could you take away from me. Not even death.” He whispered into my hair.
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