~Dean always feared the Apple Pie Life, but with Y/N he felt secure enough to try. He should have known better.~
Dean x Reader, Sam, Castiel, Jack, Marcus (OMC)
3,238 Words
Warnings: Angst. Character Death. Blood. Tears.
A/N: This is the end. Thank you so much to everyone who read and commented and sent their feedback for this series. Special thank you to @because-imma-lady-assface who helped at every turn, listening to me scream and cry, and pointed me where I needed to go. And to @justcallmeasmodeus who read this blind as my guinea pig, not knowing what I had in store. Your feedback was invaluable. Thanks, guys. Please let me know what you think…
Dean wondered vaguely if he should have let Sam drive. He spent half the ride with his eyes in the mirror trying to catch a glimpse of Y/N.
She was still out cold, wrapped in her favorite sweatshirt, asleep in her usual corner. Her face was calm, her breathing normal, as if she’d simply fallen asleep on the long ride.
Cas was back there with her but Dean was beyond worried. His hands twitched on the wheel and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, struggling to keep his eyes on the road and his mind on the mission.
He cleared his throat for the hundredth time and cast his gaze into the mirror, meeting Castiel’s patient blues.
“She OK back there?” he asked, brows knitted in constant worry.
Castiel sighed. “Dean, she is unconscious.”
“Yeah, I know that. That’s not what I asked.”
“No. She’s not OK.” Cas shook his head and looked over at her. “Her sleep is plagued by nightmares, and when she wakes, the nightmares will still be there.”
Dean’s jaw clenched as he swallowed a wave of hurt. “Can ya… lie to me a little?” His eyes returned to the mirror. “Please?”
“I don’t see how that would help,” Castiel grumbled in reply.
It couldn’t have ended any other way. This was such a painful ride. But I’d do it all over again, because the storytelling was impeccable. @impala-dreamer
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