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Post by Dean on Nov 16, 2009 23:21:19 GMT -5
It was like a dream..
And suddenly, he was awake.
Gasping for air, he screamed. "Help!" But his voice was too hoarse for anyone to hear. He began beating at the top of the ciffin, breaking it open, and digging his way through the dirt to the cool air of mid-day. His left was first to break the ground, his wedding ring, gleaming in the sunlight. His right hand, next.
Again, he was gasping for air as he pulled himself up from his.. grave? Dirt stained face, looked around at the empty graveyard. The trees that were around him, were laid flat to the ground. He was suddenly struck with an undying thirst.
He stammered down the road, walking into a nearby gas station, opening the cooled fridge and grabbing a water bottle from the shelf. He opened it up, and nearly downed it with one gulp.
He leaned against the closed fridge door, sliding down it to sit on the floor. For an unknown reason, his upper right arm was burning. He stammered back to his feet, heading the the bathroom and pulling up the sleeve of the ruined blue t-shirt.
What he found, shocked him to no end. A burned mark, that was clearly in the shape of a hand. "What..?" A loud ringing sensation rang through the entire place as he walked back into the main part of the gas station.
The mirrors broke into pieces, sending Dean flying to the ground with the force of it. "What the hell is going on?" [[Who I would love to see reply: Sam, Emma, Cian, or the obvious, Harmony. WOO Dean is BACK!]] |
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Post by Harmony on Nov 17, 2009 15:25:18 GMT -5
Harmony stiffled sobs as she drove on into Manhattan. She had left the kids with Colette begging her to let her day goodbye one last time. Harmony took a deep breath turning onto the stree that would soon end in tears. She saw a gas station up ahead. The sign was ragged but she thought maybe they would atleast have some flowers so she could put them on Dean's grave. It was time to say goodbye to the only person who could ever make her laugh, cry, or mad the way he did. She wanted to be with him and she saw that now. It was him all along. He was the only reason she was a mother to two beautiful children now. She made a sharp turn in the Impala into the parking lot. As soon as she parked a large somewhat sonic blast rang out and the windows of the gas station busted out. She gasped stumbling out of the car. She ran to the door pushing it open slightly. "Hello?" She called out to the dusty filled store. "Is everyone okay in here? Should I get help?" She was shaking, and the ringing noise only got louder. Did the blast hurt her ears? She figured there was no time to worry about that now. If anyone was hurt in the store she needed to get them help. There are so many things in there that could fall on someone and crush them. |
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Post by Dean on Nov 17, 2009 16:28:24 GMT -5
He placed his hands over his ears as the sound got louder, and louder. Pain searing through his skull like non-other that he had ever felt. But just like it started, it suddenly ended. Eyes wide, and looking around at the damage, he slowly rose to his feet.
"Hello?" Was that...? "Is everyone okay in here? Should I get help?"
Slowly, he turned around, and met her face. He was in complete shock as he stood there, looking at her. "Surprise..?" He managed to get out with a hoarse voice.
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Post by Sam on Nov 17, 2009 16:39:40 GMT -5
Some claimed time healed wounds. Some said there was no repairing a loss like this. Sam fucked all those people who claimed to know everything about pain and shoved them up Dean Winchester's dead fucking ass. They had never experienced this kind of pain. He had raised him, saved him when no one else would... He needed a thousand more hands to count on his fingers how many times that guy had saved his ass. Batman. Smirking to himself, Sam looked down at the ground as he wandered aimlessly through the streets (as he had been doing since the night he learned about Dean and the hellhound), sliding in a ragged breath to hush the threats of tears, hopefully getting them to surrender before he did. A crash made him pick his head up, and he saw a blonde woman rushing into a gas station with all its windows broken. |
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Post by Emma Lawrence on Nov 17, 2009 16:51:26 GMT -5
As much as she wanted to apologize to Harmony about what she did with Dean, and pay her respects for her father figure's death, she had chickened out again, not wanting to butt heads with the other woman, but also because she knew Dean was an extremely sensitive subject, now even more than before. How was it fair that she got to live when she was supposed to die, and he died when she was brought back to life by her daughter? Why did that make any sense at all? Cian had the children, so there was no stress about dealing with two infants as she strode toward--where was she? She didn't know; her head was turned to the ground and focusing on the rhythmic pace of her steps. Nothing seemed to be in sync anymore. Her vision had doomed her best friend, when it should have been her to go. A loud crash made her head snap toward the gas station. What...? |
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Post by Harmony on Nov 17, 2009 17:37:35 GMT -5
Dean?
Her heart gave a strong pulse and seemed to stop. She gasped. "No.." She blinked real hard. "I must have hit my head or something.." She mumbled to herself. "He's not here harmony get ahold of yourself..."
She stumbled forward just to hush her mind from the ache her heart was giving. She stumbled straight into the arms of the man that wasn't supposedto be there. She felt his face with one hand while she looked into his eyes.
"Dean?" She asked beginning to choke up. With her free hand she covered her mouth. "It's really you..." She smiled throwing her hands around his neck as tears flowed from her eyes.
"Oh Dean!" She leaned back to look at him in the face. "I'm so sorry!" She hugged him tighter. She didn't say a word as she leaned back and looked him in the eyes. Her eye were full of tears so her vision was blurred, but she didn't need her vision to remember where his lips were.
She leaned forward and caught his lips in a gentle and passionate kiss. She pulled away slowly. "Please tell me I'm not dreaming..." She said almost crying.
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Post by Dean on Nov 17, 2009 17:45:46 GMT -5
He blinked, listening to her ramble on that she must have hit her head. Or dreaming, or something. He didn't understand it either.. One minute he was in hell.. the next, here.. Suddenly, she came flying towards him, and he quickly stabilized her in his arms.
"Dean?" He nodded, his throat a little too sore to talk much right now. Maybe it had to do with the whole 'being dead' thing. He wasn't sure, didn't really care. "It's really you..." He swallowed hard, and licked his lips, choking out a "Yeah."
God it felt good to be hugged, and to hug. Tears sprung in his eyes as his arms wrapped around her tightly. "Oh Dean!" She leaned back to look at him in the face. "I'm so sorry!" His brows knitted together as he shook his head, wanting her to just forget about what happened before he had died.
He had died..
That kiss was something he had been waiting for, for a long time. And damn it, he didn't want it to end. But she pulled away slowly. "Please tell me I'm not dreaming..." God damn.. it hurt to talk. "No.." He answered back. He reached up, touching his throat. "Water.."
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Post by Sam on Nov 17, 2009 17:54:48 GMT -5
It looked like Harmony, through the broken shards of glass that had managed to stay in the windows and mirrors. He saw many reflections in the pieces of glass on the ground, and they all rang one name in particular. But, no. Colette wouldn't lie, neither would Harmony. Not about this. If this was Dean pulling another one of his pranks...
Sam's breath got caught in his throat, and he pulled his lips in, not wanting to admit anything yet. He didn't want to fool himself. His feet spoke for him, though, pulling him toward what he thought was a dream. A momentary lapse of insanity. His long-lost fare-thee-well.
Shit.
He saw him, and her, standing here. Hugging. Kissing. He stared.
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Post by Harmony on Nov 17, 2009 20:09:50 GMT -5
Harmony slipped from his arms only for a moment to fun over to the refridgerator. She grabbed 3 waters and ran back to him. She opened the bottle quickly. "Here." She said softly as she handed it to him.
"Dean...How? Is this possible?" She said softly. THen suddenly her emotion changed. She hit his arm soft, but he got her point. "Don't ever...do that again... I don't care if I'm dying don't..." She looked him sternly in the eyes. "Don't make me go through that again.." She sniffled softly, but a smile shone through.
She heard a piece of glass move. She looked away from him softly and so the figure in the dust filled room. It was Sam. She stepped to the side of Dean still holding the bottles. She remembered the face Sam had when he found out about his brother's death.
This was something that had to be done. Thy needed to bond or atleast hug, because she knew the feeling was not one she enjoyed..so she knew sam didn't.
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Post by Dean on Nov 17, 2009 20:16:38 GMT -5
He took the battle from her hand, and chugged it, feeling the cool liquid run down his sore throat. He took in a deep breath, throwing the empty one to the side and grabbing another. God.. water never tasted so damn good as it did right now..
"Dean...How? Is this possible?" She said softly. Then suddenly her emotion changed. She hit his arm soft, but he got her point. "Don't ever...do that again... I don't care if I'm dying don't..." She looked him sternly in the eyes. "Don't make me go through that again.."
It wasn't like he had planned on it. He heard glass being crushed under someone's foot, and he looked past Harmony to see Sam standing there. He starred, a slow smile coming to his face. "Hey Sammy." Harmony moved out of the way and he slowly walked over to him, taking him in for a hug. "It's me.." He said softly. "It's really me."
He pulled away, looking back to Harmony. "I don't know." He told her truthfully. "But I can tell you this.. Wasn't fun waking up in a coffin six feet under the earth." And with that, he went back to gulping down more water.
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Post by Sam on Nov 17, 2009 20:24:21 GMT -5
For a long time, Sam didn't reply. He stood there, mouth pressed into a firm line so hard it was as if he was lipless. When Dean came in for the hug, almost like he collapsed under the pressure, he accepted it and gave his brother one back, arms folding perfectly around him. His eyes focused on nothing, staring into space, just taking in the moment of being with his brother. His un-dead brother.
He let go of a loud breath, biting his lip afterwards, patting his back. "You're such a jerk," he laughed softly, pulling back and looking at his older brother.
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Post by Dean on Nov 17, 2009 20:32:05 GMT -5
"You're such a jerk,"
Dean smirked, a soft chuckle escaping him. "Yeah, okay, bitch." He grinned back at him. "So what did you do?" He asked, crossing his arms. "Did you make a deal to get me outta hell or what?" He asked. There was no other way, in Dean's eyes, that he could have been back..
"No that I'm not grateful or anything Sammy, but.. What the fuck did you do?"
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