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Warning: Wincest!! Future chapters...Could be overlooked for non-wincest people though. :)
Author's Note: The rating may change. But please enjoy and comment!! This is my absolute first time writing supernatural fics! Hope you like!
"No…" Dean turned, staring deep into the Reaper's eyes. "I'm not going with you. I don't care what you do."
The Reaper's eyes softened. "Well, like you said, there's always a choice. I can't make you come with me. But, you're not getting into your body. And that's just facts. So yes, you can stay. Stay here for years. Disembodied. Scared. And over the decades, it'll be probably drive you mad. Maybe you will even get violent."
Dean could feel his chest constrict. Under his breathe, he whispered, "What are you saying?" Dean inwardly cursed the sympathetic look the Reaper gave him. He can't take it, not pity from the Reaper.
The innocent eyes seemed dull in the moonlight. "Dean…how do you think angry spirits are born? They can't let go. They can't move on. And you're about to become one. The same thing you hunt."
Become one? Dean clenched his fist so tightly that if he were in his fleshy body, blood would spill. No way. No fucking way. Disbelief seized Dean's entire being. He rubbed his eyes in frustration and cursed the predicament a mere car crash has brought unto him.
Although Dean rarely admitted it, he held his family dearly to his heart, before himself even. He simply could not leave them alone. It did not seem like an option, no matter the consequences. Since when did he, Dean, ever consider the consequences before diving into a dangerous situation?
But this is the real deal…Dean decided. All outcomes and possibilities must be considered. Eyes closed and darkness surrounded him. Silence.
Sammy…His heart hollow at the thought of leaving his little brother. He selfishly pulled Sam out of college to follow him on the search for dad. Who knows? Maybe if I did not ask Sam to come with me…Jessica may not have died… Dean found it very difficult to visualize Sam and their dad together without sparks flying. An overwhelming sense of warmness overcame him; similar to the time John placed his baby brother in his arms the night of the fire. Yes, Sam is my responsibility. To leave, there would only be guilt. Nothing else. Dean was always Sam's stronghold ever since Jessica's death. Sam would be alone. That was not a fate he wished for his little brother.
Of course, he did not want to leave his dad. But as he was brought up, he learned to consider the job before feelings. Tears threatened to flow at that thought.He grasped the thin linen cloth on his pants and continued to ponder. Dad…What should I do? What would you do? He recalled the show down with the Yellow Eyed Demon. Face contorted from the sharp pains and with tears welled up in his eyes, John demanded Sam end it. In John's eyes, there was nothing else to it: Kill the demon at all costs – even it means for Sam to kill his blood father. At that moment, he did not care if Sam's soul was damned in process.
Now, he realized what he must do. Dean was not sure whether it was the correct decision, but he was sure it was the best one. Bringing himself back to the state of consciousness, he slowly opened his eyes and adjusted to the dim light. The Reaper appeared to have been sitting quietly by his side the entire time. As if realizing Dean was done thinking, its small fingers brushed gently on Dean's back. "It's time to put your pain behind you." Its voice was slow, but showed its urgency for an answer. But it cared hoped Dean would choose to come with her.
More than a little hopeless and unsure of himself, he looked away. "And go where?"
"Sorry", the Reaper sighed, "I can't give away the big punch line."
"The moment of truth." Dean's head dropped and the Reaper stopped rubbing his back. "No changing your mind later. So what's it going to be?"
Dean held his breathe. This was it. Are you sure Dean? But either way, Is there even a good or bad decision here? He let out a long sigh. I guess not…Dammit…He uttered three barely audible words. The Reaper could not hear.
"What did you say?"
After saying it once, Dean felt his confidence increase. He felt empowered. "I am staying."
The Reaper's smile faded and its eyes screamed in despair. "Why?" Earnestly tugging at Dean's shirt, it pleaded. "Please Dean. Don't. Don't make me watch you suffer. I've seen so many…Just, please."
Dean refused to be moved by the Reaper's words. "I will not runaway. I refuse to leave Sam here by himself. Like I said before, he can die without me being there. I will see this living hell through with him. I refuse to disappoint my dad. I swore to finish this job and I will do so. If my soul will be damned, so be it. Once the job is over and I turn into an vengeful spirit, I trust my family to set me free."
"Dean…you're not your family's living sacrifice." Even though a Reaper was not suppose to feel, Dean felt like the Reaper in front of him was about to cry. "You shouldn't feel responsible to uphold everything. They wouldn't want you to do this."
"Ch. Do I ever listen?"
"Dean!" Its once tiny girl voice changed into a deep, angry man voice. The powerful voice bellowed, "If you don't take this chance, your soul has a great chance of being condemned in the future! You will not be able to reincarnate!"
Dean licked his dried lips. Didn't even know reincarnation existed.
"If you come with me, you can reunite with your family in the future. You will, Dean!"
Dean paused and even considered this. But even if he reincarnated, will he still be Dean? How can anyone guarantee anything will be the same? Trust the words of the Reaper to coerce him into leaving? Right now, he was Dean. And this is what Dean wanted to do.
"Damn you, Reaper! You freaking said I had a choice in all this and I made that choice! I choose to stay! Now leave!" The Reaper immediately seemed changed into a shade of black and faded away. Dean will forever remember the Reaper's look of disappointment.
"DEAN!!" Dean's entire being shuddered at hearing the pure horror and panic in the voice. He immediately dashed to its source. Sam.
"Oops." The Yellow Eyes Demon glanced toward the ceiling and sneered. "Sorry John. Looks like you were too slow." It began mockingly snickering at John.
John's eyes widened and a cold chill ran down his spine. His right hand grasped tightly on his hospital shirt, threatening to tear the piece of clothing. "What are you talking about?" The demon continued his horrifying laugh. "I don't see what's so amusing! Just cut me the deal, dammit! You here me?!"
"I'm sorry Johnny boy. You were so close to saving your son. Apparently, even the Reaper has given up on Dean. Now he will die. Too bad. I was actually buying into our little deal too." The man screamed and black mist poured out of his open mouth, dissipating into the vents. John covered his eyes to shield himself from the wind. "So long John."
Suddenly, the stairs echoed a sorrowful shout from a very anguished Sam upstairs. "DEAN!!" John did not even question what had happened with the Yellow Eyed Demon. Something had happened. He ran as fast as his legs could take him up the stairs to find his sons.
Doctors rushed into the room upon hearing the erratic heartbeat monitor alarm go off. They immediately brought the electric shocker over, ready to restart Dean's heart.
It took several nurses to push Sam out of the room. Sam knew screaming, protesting, and yelling at his brother at this point was useless. But he had to try, no matter what. He hoped his voice could reach his brother. "Dean! DEAN!! Don't you dare die on me! You can't leave me! DEAN!" His heartbeat quickened and his head spun. His heart felt like tearing into pieces. The tears that Sam had withheld suddenly splattered messily all over his face. There was no way he was breathing and standing right now. Absolutely no way. He was suffocating.
Sam could not tear his eyes away from Dean's lifeless form. The several seconds felt like eternity. He whimpered Dean's name over and over in between his sobbing. Out of nowhere, two strong hands pulled Sam's head down onto a shoulder. Sam made no attempt to look at whom it was. He recognized the scent, a scent from a long, long time ago when he was a small child. It was his dad. John used to gently hug Sam in a similar fashion whenever Sam encountered some type of traumatic experience, such as his first hunt. Actually, at that time, Sam did feel like a helpless child again.
John tried to stifle his own tears from falling and stared into the room. Five minutes had passed and the monitor confirmed John's worst fears.
The doctors stopped. "Okay. Call it." One doctor glanced at the watch on his wrist. "Time of death 9:47 PM."
Sam let out an excruciating yell, sending looks from everyone in the hospital. He began pounding hard on John's back. "No!! Dean! Come back. Don't leave me alone…" His legs gave out and John slowly lowered the limp body onto the floor.
"I'm so sorry, Sammy…I'm so sorry." John held dearly onto his remaining son. "Dean…" He shut his eyes and held onto Sam.
Dean knelt besides his family. He reached out to touch them but held his hand back.
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