To Hell and Back
Pairing: Dean x Reader, previous Sam x Reader
Summary: Sam goes to Hell and the reader finds her comfort in Dean.
Word Count: ~2,500
Warnings: crying, mention of depression, fluff, angst?
A/N: I woke up from a nap and had this idea in the forefront of my brain. I’m just writing without double checking my facts from the show (because as much as I love it, I can’t remember what happened in each season down to the last detail), so I apologize if things aren’t as they were written into the show. Ex: I don’t think they lived in the bunker when Sam dove into the cage, but for the sake of this story, you bet they did!
I hope you guys like it. ….And don’t think it’s too weird *laughs nervously*
*gifs are not mine
He really did it. Sam had fallen into the giant abyss that opened up in the ground, giving himself to Lucifer. He was gone. You screamed out for him through your tears, Dean being the only thing stopping you from jumping in after him.
“[Y/N], c’mon, let’s go home,” Dean said, his arm around your waist to hold you up as he pulled you toward the car.
“It - it’s not home anymore, Dean.” You cried and shook your head.
He sniffled, grunted and nodded, trying not to let you see that he was just as torn apart as you were, if not more. He opened the passenger door of the Impala and helped you in. You put your face in your hands and cried even harder. You never sat in the front seat - it was Sammy’s.
Dean let his tears fall as he walked around the back of the car but wiped his eyes and regained his composure before he got into the car with you. He knew he had to be strong for you. It’s something Sam had specifically asked him to do after he’d made his decision. Of course, Dean agreed, promising to keep you safe no matter what.