Don’t Look Back
(request #7)
Warnings: Reader death
Don’t Look Back
Sam was out cold and you could feel yourself drifting off also. There was no way you two were both making it out alive.
“Can you walk?” Dean asks you.
You shake your head no.
“Shit. Alright, I’ll just have to get you both out.” Dean says, panic evident in his voice.
“No. You can’t. Get Sam out.” you tell him.
“But you’ll- No. No. I am not leaving you in here to die. No.” Dean says firmly.
“Yes you are. Now take Sam and get out of here. He needs help or he’ll die, Dean. Take him and go, don’t look back.” you say, voice beginning to give out on you.
“But-” he begins, only to be cut off by you.
“No buts. I love you, so much. Sam too. You both have been so wonderful to me. You’ve become family and you’ll never know how grateful I am for that. But you need to leave me now. You can’t save us both, Dean. Get Sam out of here, please.” you say.
With tears in his emerald eyes he nods and says, “I love you too, Y/N. It shouldn’t be like this.”
“It shouldn’t but it is. Now go.” you tell him.
With one last tearful glance at you, he lifts Sam up and carries him out. You watch him walk away, carrying his little brother. As soon as he’s out of sight, you close your eyes and let the darkness overcome you.
When you open your eyes again, you soon realize you’re in Heaven. While you were in the middle of a memory of you and the boys playing paintball outside the bunker, a thought hit you. Gabriel, the archangel, owed you a favor. You’d found him once trapped in a lit ring of holy oil with another angel ready to kill him. You quickly extinguished the fire and he killed the other angel. You’d saved his life and he knew that, so he said he owed you one. What better time to cash in on that than now?
“Gabriel!” you call out, not entirely sure how communicating with angels works in Heaven. A few seconds later he appears in front of you and says,
“Y/N? You’re dead? What happened?”
“Yeah, I’m dead. Remember that favor you owe me? You know, the time I totally saved your ass?” you say.
“I seem to recall that.” Gabriel says.
“Well, this is me cashing in. Can you bring me back to life?” you ask him.
“That I can do. Give me a minute.” he says before disappearing. He reappears moments later. “Alright, I got your body from the Winchesters. I can return you to it now.” Gabe says.
You smile and say, “Thank you, Gabe. Thank you so much.”
“You saved me from being angel meat. I owe you this much.” the archangel says. He reaches out to you and you feel a searing pain and then nothing.
This time when you open your eyes, you’re back on Earth, just outside the bunker. “They’re back here? How long was I dead?” you ask the angel.
“I don’t know. It’s the 4th.” Gabriel says.
“The 4th? Fuck, I’ve been dead for four days.” you say.
“Had I known, I’d have found you sooner.” he says.
“It’s okay. I’m here now and that’s all that matters. Thanks again, Gabe.” you say.
“No problem, just try not to get killed again any time soon, okay?” he responds.
“Will do. Dying isn’t something I’d like to do again.” you say.
The angel nods and then disappears.
Stepping forward, you knock on the bunker door, no longer having your keys with you. After a minute or two, the door swings open and you’re face to face with Dean.
“What the hell are you?” Dean asks angrily, throwing you up against the doorway.
“Dean, it’s me!” you say, struggling to breathe under his arm, which was firmly pressed against your neck.
“Y/N is dead.” he spits out, face nearly red with anger.
“No, it’s me I swear! Gabriel brought me back.” you tell him, trying to get him to believe you.
His face softens ever so slightly and he asks, “What’s her favorite car?”
“A punch buggy!” you exclaim. That wasn’t it’s real name and as Dean argued, it was hardly a real car, but you loved it. You’d even had a yellow one once.
Relief floods his face and his arms are instantly around you. “It is you.” he says in your ear.
“It’s me.” you tell him, relaxing in his warm embrace.
He pulls back, hands firmly on your shoulders, and says, “Don’t you ever do that to me again.”
“I’ll do my best.” you say.
“I mean it. No dying on me ever, you hear me? I’ve missed you so damn much. You’re like my little sister, Y/N. I don’t want to lose you again. I can’t.” he says, his green eyes firmly locked on your Y/E/C ones.
“You won’t, okay? I’m here now. I’m okay and I’m not going anywhere.” you assure him, seeing how truly scared he was.
“You better not. Otherwise I’ll bring you back and kill you myself.” Dean says before pulling you into another hug.
“Come on, you’ve got to be hungry.” he then says, leading you inside.
“Do you have pie?” you ask.
He looks at you like you’re insane and says, “Do we have pie? How can you even ask that? Of course there’s pie!”
“Good. I’d like some pie then.” you say with a smile.
“Oh yeah, you’re definitely a Winchester at heart.” he says, putting his arm around your shoulder and leading you to the kitchen.
