Okay so this is part 2 for “Sorry Will Never Be Good Enough” I hope y’all like
it since it was requested so much!! And for this I have the Colt kinda still in
their possession, so just go along with it haha
This is hard because I don’t want to give away the good stuff lol, uuhh
language, begging to die, little fight sequence
It’s been about almost a year since Dean has seen your
beautiful face, heard your sweet laugh, or touched your soft skin with his
fingertips. He was always blaming himself for your leaving and so was Sam, in a
way it was all his fault. He knew that you were long gone, you were the one
person the Winchesters actually couldn’t find. Thinking about that would bring
a subtle smile to his face, he taught you everything he knew, and apparently he
taught you a little too well. Dean got Sam to finally get on board with finding
you, it took a lot more arguing than he wanted but he ended up getting his way
in the end. Since it has been a year though, Sam is about to give up. They’ve
been searching too long and for all they know you could be dead. With no other
hunters having seen you or heard any stories about where you might be located,
they have absolutely no leads. Except for today.
The Winchesters were currently working a demon case
close by in Wichita, Kansas. Only a good two hour drive or so from Lebanon. Dean
thought it would be a good idea to take a break from searching for you, he was
driving himself crazy and needed a small distraction. The motel they ended up
staying at was in close proximity of a rather large mall. Getting nowhere with
the case, one day the boys decided to take a break and head to the mall to walk
around, maybe have some dinner. Parking Baby in the parking lot, Sam and Dean
got out, making the food court the first stop on their list. Walking through
the large mall Dean’s breath hitched into the back of his throat, he swore he
just saw the back of your head. He’d recognize you anywhere. Almost certain
that it was you, he grabbed a hold of Sam’s arm and dragged him to the side of
the walkway. Maybe dragging him a little too tightly with a death grip.
“Ouch Dean, damn it let go! What has gotten into
“Shh, come here.” There was a little step near the
glass window of the store that they were standing in front of, he pulled his
little brother up onto it with him and pointed out in the crowd.
“Who does that look like to you?”
Sam’s eyes grew wide, breathing out “Y/n?”
“Okay so we’ve marked me going crazy off the list. You
think it could possibly be her? I thought she would have been farther away from
home.” Dean’s heart was about to come out of his chest it was pumping so hard,
this could possibly be his chance to tell you he’s sorry and to fix everything.
Hopefully you’d take him back.
“Well, there’s only one way to find out if that’s
really her or not.” Sam looked to his brother raising his eyebrows knowing they
were both thinking the same thing.
Dean brought his hands up to his mouth, cupping them
along the edges of his lips to project his voice farther, fearing though that
it wasn’t going to really be you. He still gave it a shot “HEY! Y/N!”
His fear diminished when you turned around and he saw
your beautiful face starting to look around for the person who yelled out your
name. Dean waved his hands in the air to show you that he was the voice, with
the widest grin he could muster up. He couldn’t believe that it was really you.
As soon as you made eye contact with Dean that’s when
you darted the other direction, weaving in and out of the people trying to
outrun the two hunters.
“Son of a bitch! Come on Sammy, I’m not losing her
again!” They both took off after you, following a path of falling people and
never taking their eyes off the back of your head. Which you would turn around
every few second to see if they were still behind you and speeding up slightly
when they got a little closer than you wanted. Trying to keep up with you was
harder than they had thought, you had gotten much faster than they remembered.
They saw that you turned towards the doors that headed outside, but once they
pushed through the doors, you were nowhere in sight. Looking around and trying
to locate your running form shouldn’t have been this hard to find. It’s like
you had disappeared into thin air.
Dean had his hands on his knees trying to catch his
breath from running so fast “What the hell?! She couldn’t have gotten that far that
“Look man, I’m sorry. We tried. I guess she really
wants to stay gone.”
“Dammit!” Dean shouted as loud as his voice would
allow and landed on his knees with his head in his hands, not caring who was
watching or who heard him. You were so close to him and he let you slip through
his fingers once again.
“Are you sure this is the place Sam? You said it was
only one demon, this place looks like it could hold like twenty!” Dean was
staring at the old warehouse through the windshield of Baby, trying to get a better
look of the place before getting out.
“Yes, Dean. This place is basically the center of all
the activity that’s been going on. And I’m almost positive that there is only
one because of what’s being done, there’d be more chaos if there were more.”
“Oh, almost positive? That’s totally reassuring. Alright,
let’s get this over with then, I need to start the search for y/n again.”
“Dean I don’t kn-”
“Sam I’m going to find her, I don’t care what you have
to say. I will find her.”
Sam grabbed Ruby’s knife while Dean felt his jacket
pocket to make sure that the colt was still in place. Not wanting to take the conversation
further, the younger Winchester just huffed out a “let’s go,” and turned to walk
towards the front entrance. He gave Dean his lock pick and watched as he
unlocked it with ease, turning the knob to open the door as quiet as the hinges
would allow. Once inside Dean made a hand motion to Sam telling him to make his
way around the back while he scoped out the front. Sam nodded his head, going
back out through the door to go find a back entrance. Dean pulled the colt out
from his jacket pocket, having it at the ready, just in case the demon decided
to pop out of nowhere.
Meeting back up with Sam in the center of the warehouse,
they both looked to each other shrugging their shoulders, neither one of them
finding any evidence that a demon was present. Dean suddenly whipped around,
gun fully cocked and pointed straight at the doorway when he heard the front door
open, accompanied by footsteps making there way to their location. The gun
almost fell to the floor when he saw who came waltzing into the room, and so
many questions plagued his mind at once. What
is she doing here? Does she still hunt? That’s right. There you were
standing in front of the Winchesters yet again, but this time with your hands
raised in a surrender position.
“Y/n? W-what’re you doing h-here?” Dean breathed out trying
to swallow the lump that was forming in his throat.
“Are you two looking for the demon?”
Sam looked to Dean and then back over to you wondering
if he should speak up “Uh, yeah we are, but it seems like it hasn’t come back
yet. Have you been hunti-”
“Well you’re wrong.”
They both hit you with a confused face, not sure how
to respond to your random outburst. Dean spoke up wanting you to clarify.
“Huh? Wrong about what?”
Giving the boys a shit-eating grin you flashed them
your brand new set of black eyes “Honey, I’m home!”
“Get out of her you bitch!” Dean was as furious as ever,
pointing the gun at you, even though he wasn’t intending to use it.
“Now, now Dean. Is that anyway to talk to your long
“Come on y/n! You’ve got to fight this! I know you’re
in there, baby, listen to my voice!”
“Damn, she’s screaming her little heart out trying to
reach you. Too bad she’ll never see you alive again. Hope you’re prepared to
die by your once lover’s hands!”
“I’m not going to fight you. Neither of us are.” Dean
lowered his weapon and Sam followed. This wasn’t really you and even though
Dean knew you were possessed he couldn’t bring himself to hit you.
“Well then, this should be fun.” The demon raised your
hand towards Sam and flung him against the wall, knocking him out immediately.
Raising your other hand you pushed Dean down against the back wall making the
colt skid out of his hand. Swaying your hips over to Dean, you leaned down to
whisper in his ear “I miss you, you know. But with what you did to me, how
could I ever love you again? I do miss your body a lot, the sex was always a mind
blowing rush. Right sweetie?” Starting to suck on his earlobe, he grabbed a
hold of your shoulders and pushed you away from him.
He got up raising his fists. He didn’t want to do
this, he was supposed to protect you not hurt you even more. “Baby, come on!
You swung strong and fast hitting Dean directly on his
cheekbone. You went to swing again but he caught your wrist, pulling it behind
your back and knocking you hard in the back of the head, which caused you to
fall face first to the floor.
Getting back on your feet you reached around to rub
the spot where he hit “Come on Winchester, I know you can do better than that!”
“Stop this, I don’t want to fight you!”
“You have no choice!” You attempted a kick but once
again failed as he caught your ankle, yanking on it to bring your body closer
and punching you square in the jaw. Next he punched you in the lip, then the
stomach with the final blow going to the back of the head while you doubled
over from the pain, once again making you drop to the floor. With you down for
the count, Dean rushed over grabbing a hold of the colt once more.
Slowly raising your body up off the floor, you started
laughing. But not the laugh Dean grew to love and tease you about all the time.
This one was dry and had no emotion in it.
“Let’s see what little Miss y/n has to say about all
of this, shall we?”
“What are yo-”
He noticed that you started to blink faster, tears
starting to make their way to the surface and saw that the black from your eyes
was now gone.
“Baby? Y/n? I-is that really you?”
“Dean, please. You have to kill me! Do it now before
she has the chance to hurt anyone else!”
“No! Y/n are you crazy?! I haven’t seen you in almost
a year and you want me to kill you? NO. No way in hell am I doing that!”
You took the barrel of the colt and brought it up
against your beating heart. “Please Dean. I can’t bare to watch myself kill
another innocent child. Or hear people screaming at me to stop killing and
torturing their loved ones while they watch. She’s had me do that and worse
this entire year! I’m begging you, please! I swear if you don’t pull that
trigger now, I’ll find a way to do it myself!”
“D-don’t make me do this…baby, don’t.”
“You’re the only one I trust to do this Dean.” You
reached a hand up cupping his tear soaked cheek and he closed his eyes, leaning
against your touch. Trying to remember what it felt like after so long. His
breathing became ragged as he was trying to make a decision, he couldn’t do
this. You were the love of his life and he’s finally got you standing in front
of him after not being able to find you for a year.
“I’m sorry y/n. For everything I’ve done to you.
“Please Dean, don’t. Just, at least do this one last thing. For
Remembering what Sam had said to him a year ago after
you had left, he was starting to think maybe he was right. No matter what he
says to you now, sorry will never be good enough.
Taking a deep breath and fully cocking the gun, he
stood up a little straighter, wanting nothing more than to just wake up from
“Baby please, forgive me.”