Title: Back from the dead
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Plot: Reader died a few years ago and is now back. She doesn’t know how or why she’s back. She finds Dean and asks for help.
Note: It’s kind of like my last one but the roles are switched. Also I’m planning to do part two of it if you guys like it. Feel free to give me feed back on how it was or any ideas. I’m also taking requests now(:
Thank you for reading x
years felt like five centuries. Before it seemed as if the day went by super-fast
and it even had a hint of excitement to it. Dean’s days and your days were
filled with happiness because you guys had each other and loved each other more
than anything else. That also stopped five years ago. The days went by so slow
now and everything was just plain to him. They were filled with gloominess,
sadness, pain and guilt. The fact that he’d pulled you into this life was his
greatest mistake. He spent many nights wishing that he had never brought you
into this life. If he hadn’t, maybe you would’ve still been alive. Or maybe,
Yellow Eyes would’ve still found a way to use you as his bait to get to him.
picture that Dean kept in his wallet reminded him every day of what he lost and
it would cause him so much more pain. Many times, he’d try to hide his pain by
looking for hunts, or simply consuming his night with alcohol. At this point in
life it didn’t matter to him anymore if the alcohol would take over his mind
and body every night. Or his brother saw him as an alcoholic. Every day he
missed you even more. The usual thing wasn’t working. He’d tried to selling his
soul to bring you back, even offering his own death so you could come back.
fingers ran over the small picture for a minute as he sat alone in a motel bed.
A tear landed on the picture which covered almost all your face. “I can still
hear you voice in my head.” Dean whispered to the picture as he wiped the tear
away. “I can still hear your laugh. And I can still see that damn smile that
I’ve always loved so much.”
anger would consume all of Dean and he hated himself for your death. He hated
love and he hated anything that even resembled a happy emotion, but that would
fade soon. Thanks to you, he experienced real and true love. Thanks to you he
experienced what being truly happy was even if he lived hunting things that
could easily end his life. Everything felt so right with you and he loved the
feeling that it gave him. He could get high off of love when he was with you.
That’s all he needed.
promised you I’d be there and I’d always protect you..” Dean finally said
quietly as he put the picture back on his wallet, more tears sliding down his
face. “I failed you.”
wondered around a random street that you got to first. You didn’t know where
you were or what was going on. Everything around you seemed different, so
different. You weren’t quite sure what month you were in or day.. Maybe even
year. All you remembered was seeing Yellow Eyes smirk over at Dean as you faded
away. You knew you were dying. You knew that Yellow Eyes had killed you just to
mess with Dean’s life.
You mumble to yourself as you pick up a newspaper from a random store. Your
eyes search for a date. “Oh my gosh.” Your eyes water slightly as you bite the
inside of your lip. Habit that never died, you guess. Five years. You have been
gone for five years.
Of course, your fist instinct was to find Dean but what if he had moved on
already? What if he didn’t even remember you anymore? Those thoughts were like
venom to you, killing you again. Dean was the love of your life and your
everything but if he had moved on already, you couldn’t just pop into his life
again and say ‘Hey Dean, guess what. I woke up from the dead.’
air seemed to get colder by the second but you didn’t have any place to go to.
“What am I going to do?” Why were you even here, alive? Who the hell brought
you back and the hell did they do it? For a split second, you think it was Dean
but then again, the foolish thought disappears. Why would Dean bring you back
five years later?
you turned around, you could’ve swore that you saw a man that looked like
Sammy. The man saw you but looked away without any hesitation, making you think
that that wasn’t Sammy. If by any strange reason that was Sam, he would’ve come
up to you and asked a bunch of questions not just ignore you and walk away.
Then again, Sam might want to be as far away from you as possible as well.
door to the motel opened and shut with a loud bang which alarmed Dean, making
him jump to his feet immediately. To his surprise, it was just Sam. What he
didn’t get was the fact that Sam slammed the door. Sam wasn’t the type to slam
doors, that is of course only if he was mad.
alright there, Sammy?”
expression delivered a lot to Dean. His little brother was scared? Nervous and
in fact confused.
Sam started. Sam was sure that they burned you when you died, so it wasn’t
possible that you were alive. “Dean, we did burn Y/N?” Finally, Sam’s eyes met
took Dean by surprise that his brother was bringing you up. Sam would often
stay quiet because he knew how much your death still hurt his older brother.
“Why?” Was all that he could muster out. Why was his little brother suddenly so
interested in this? “What’s going on?” Dean’s voice was more demanding now.
shook his head, dismissing his brother’s question. “Maybe, I just need some
sleep. I think I’m seeing things and hearing things and I need sleep.” He
blurted out nervously.
he could say anything, he needed to find information. Who was the girl that he
saw? Could it in fact be you?
repeated the question in his head over and over again. At the moment, it was
only him standing in that room thinking about his next move and his next
answer. How was he going to tell his brother that he just saw his brother’s
dead girlfriend? “Nothing.”
a swift motion of his legs, he was laying down on one of the beds, closing his
eyes. Sam hoped that Dean would let it go and stop asking questions about.
never mention her..” Dean’s voice gets quieter and softer. “Unless something’s
going on, Sam.”
things from each other was pretty common for both of them, but something this
big wasn’t worth the huge fight that would later on take place. The air was
just getting tenser by the minute and his older brother’s stare wouldn’t leave
him. For the first time in his life, it was starting to make him feel
uncomfortable about it. Sam shifted in the bed and looked at his older brother.
“Uh… What do you think about people coming back from the dead?”
was a pause between them.
That was probably the most absurd thing Sam ever heard in his life. “How is
I meant is that for people like you and me, it’s.. uh, it’s normal. Right?” Dean
tried to clarify himself.
saw her, Dean.”
breath stopped for a few seconds as he tried to process what he heard his
brother say. His heart was beating like a drum against his chest and something
in his stomach was going wild. “What?”
saw her, Dean.” Sam repeated.
that, there was a soft knock on the door. Both brothers turned their heads to
the door. Dean rushed to the door almost feeling what he was going to find on
the other end. As soon as his hands landed on the door knob, he didn’t hesitate
to open it. His breath hitched a little when he opened the door and saw who was
standing in front of him.
me.” You whispered to Dean.
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