Meant For You
This is for @iwriteaboutdean, congrats on your 200 Sweetheart, you deserve so many more, thank you for creating a wonderful challenge and allowing me to finally write this idea.
Word Count: 7275
Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam, Mom & Momma K (ofc), John, others mentioned
(you’ll need tissues), suicide, maybe fluff, little bit of smut, supernatural violence
Summary: When you spend your whole life connected to someone, you believe they’re going to be around forever. And that’s okay, when they believe it too. But when a deal is made that rips them from you, how do you go on?
A/N: I’ve borrowed this idea from a movie (In Your Eyes), just to be honest with you. I’ve played with this thought for quite a while, and this song seemed to scream for it.
The biggest THANK YOU to @avasmommy224 for being there from the beginning, I wrote something, I asked for brutal honesty, and you gave me the shove I needed and wrung this out of me. Thank you for being my brilliant beta as well.
Flashbacks are in Italics. And lyrics are in bold.
Mom was saying goodbye to everyone who’d come for my fourth birthday. Momma K was tidying the house. I was talking with Bean, he was meant to be asleep, his Mommy and Daddy had tucked him in an hour ago, but I was showing him all my presents.
“And this one I got from Uncle Adam,” I informed, rolling the yellow truck around the carpet.
“And my friend Annie gave me this…” I held up the jewellery box, “But she’s not my bestest friend. You are. Did you get me anything?” I asked him.
“I got you…” He looked around his room, turning on the lamp next to his bed and going to his small blue book shelf.
“Iss okay if you didn’t, Mom says that sometimes people forget or can’t afford but they still love you.” I explained, but I was eager to see what he was looking for.
“I can give you this.” He pulled out a thin book with bright colours on the front, “But can we share it, iss my favret and Dad reads it to me. It’s by a Doctor.” He explained, opening the book and pointing to the pictures inside, “That’s Foona Lagoona Baboona.” I climbed onto the couch and pulled a pillow into my lap, resting my head against the lounge’s arm.
“Thass crazy.” Dean said when the lamp in his room began to flicker. He put down the book and went over to it, “Dad fixes the t.v like this.” Bean offered, raising a hand to smack the bedside table the lamp was on. It stopped flickering, the roll of thunder outside made us both start, Dean picked up the book and took it back to his bed, freezing when he heard the scream. He turned when he heard a man yell out his Mom’s name.
“Whass happening, Bean?” I asked, slipping further down the couch, behind the pillow in my lap. His terror was mine, we were both confused and scared.
“Don’ worry. It’s okay.” Bean whispered, taking a step backwards towards his bed. The sound of loud footsteps stopped, the yelling stopped, Dean sat down on his bed, pulling the book into his lap.
“See? Iss okay.” The little boy looked down at his book, but then there it was again, a man yelling out Mary. Then there was a bang and a crackling noise. His baby brother started to scream, Dean dropped the book and went to his door, opening it.
“Don’t, Bean.” I whispered into the pillow, I was so scared, so was Bean, I could feel it.
There was a bright orange light coming from Sammy’s room as Bean’s Dad rushed out carrying the baby.
“Daddy!” Bean exclaimed, he was wondering what was happening as his Dad crouched to his level, pushing Sam into his arms.
“Take your brother outside as fast as you can, don’t look back.” Bean was frozen, looking at his Dad, wondering what was happening and where was Mom?
“Now, Dean, go!” His Dad demanded, Dean ran down the hall and down the stairs, holding tight to his baby brother.
“Bean? Whass wrong?” I asked, I had started to tear up, my bottom lip was quivering as I watched on, terrified. Bean got outside and stopped, looking up at the window that was bright yellow.
“Iss okay, Sammy.” Bean reassured the baby in his arms. Then out of nowhere there were strong arms around us and Dad’s voice in our ear.
“I’ve gotcha.” Good thing we had a tight hold on Sammy. The house exploded as Dad ran us across the yard and towards Mrs Thompson’s house. Then everything went silent. I couldn’t see what was happening to Bean, I couldn’t feel the heat or Dad’s arms or Sammy, it was just black on that side. I started to cry, my little frame shaking as I sobbed hard into the pillow.
“Hey, baby, what happened? Is it Bean?” Momma K asked, pulling me into her lap and smoothing circles into my back.
“Bean!” I squealed, over and over. Mom joined us on the couch, both sat rocking me, pressing their lips to my head until I fell asleep.
I hear the clock, I roll over and squint one eye open, it’s 6am. I turn it off and collapse onto my back, rubbing at my eyes till they open and adjust to the dim light of my room. I stare at the ceiling, another day without you. I don’t know if I can continue, I feel so far from where I’ve been. But I have to go on. I have to for you. I sit up and push myself out of bed.