Ok, it’s done. It actually didn’t end the way I wanted it to, but I was getting impatient with this one. The words just weren’t coming. Finally I can just move on to the next one. Sorry guys, hope I didn’t disappoint too much.
Dean was absolutely confused
as to what just happened. But before he
could even begin to consider the situation, Rowena and Sam reappeared.
Dean once again jumped when
she startled him.
Dean noticed that Sam looked
different, though. He was wearing
different clothes, and his injury had completely disappeared. The blood and bandages were gone – so was the
giant bump he had, just moments before. He
looked incredible and – strong – did Sam
actually look bigger? Dean blinked,
growing more confused by each passing moment.
“See, Samuel. I told you he’d still be here. I found the right moment in time.” She patted him on the cheek and he smiled
down at her, grinning from ear to ear. He
looked incredibly happy. Dean also noticed
they were holding hands. Okay, that’s a
little odd, he thought to himself.
“Thanks Row. I truly appreciate everything you’ve done for
me. Really, I do.”
“I know, Giant.” She smiled back up at Sam, and to Dean’s
horror, his brother bent down and kissed her on the cheek.
“Whoa whoa whoa! What the actual fuck is happening here!” Dean stood up, his arms outstretched, finally
finding the words to speak.
Rowena smiled and said,
“Samuel here has a lot of explaining to do…” and with a snap of her fingers,
Sam’s eyes went wide and he
ran over to hug his brother. He scooped
him up in a tight embrace, and wouldn’t let go.
“Holy fuck it’s so good to
see you, I’ve missed you so much!”
Dean tried to pull out of the
embrace but Sam wouldn’t release his tight hug.
“Dude, you literally
disappeared like thirty seconds ago.”
Sam let go and grabbed Dean by the shoulders.
“Thirty seconds to you,
maybe. Dean, I’ve been with Rowena for three years.” Tears started to
fall from his eyes. “She’s been training
me to be a witch, and Dean, I’m really really good at it. But I’ve been waiting for so long to come
back to you.”
Dean’s mouth fell open. “You what?”
He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
Sam nodded. “I know it sounds
incredible, but really. I’m a witch now,
Dean. Wait until you – “
Dean waved his hand at Sam, as if he were disregarding the whole witch thing. “Ok, ok, you’re a witch. But what the hell Sam? You just kissed Rowena!”
Sam shrugged. “You spend a few years with someone, they
kinda grow on you I guess.”
Dean shuddered. “I still
don’t understand this - what does all of this mean? How can you be an actual witch?”
“Dean, I think you need to
sit down for this.”
Dean nodded and sat down;
this was all just too much for him.
Sam moved his hand and a
chair flew over to where he was standing, and Sam sat down.
Dean watched, wide-eyed,
unable to speak.
“I’m really good Dean. Wait until you see this…”
Yeah, this ending feels rushed…I might rewrite this…I might forget this whole piece altogether and go back to my drabbles, which are better than this. Really, I mean…:(