Supernatural: Season Two

All Hell Breaks Loose (6)

All Hell Breaks Loose (6)

Dean's POV

Kylie was always beautiful.

It didn't matter if she had makeup on, no make up on, was wearing a dirty t-shirt, or her silky red blouse that showed every asset of her body.

She just knew how to shine, even in the darkest of rooms. I didn't know why I ever hesitated on being with her. I didn't know why I ever let her slip from my fingers when she made my life so whole.

I was a broken man, staring at my love's body as it rotted away on some old bed that I knew she would complain about.

She would wrinkle her cute little nose at the stains, would strip the sheets until there was nothing left but that dirty old mattress. The whole time she would warn me about how it would kill my back and how the backseat of the Impala would be better than this. But she would fix it for me, make it so I was comfortable.

She didn't deserve this.

"Dean?"

I didn't move when I heard Bobby's voice, didn't greet the man when the smell of fried chicken filled my nose, making my stomach roll with nausea.

"Brought you this back."

"No, thanks. I'm fine." I said numbly, my eyes never leaving her perfect form.

"You should eat something." The man's voice was begging me.

"I said I'm fine." I said tightly, taking a swig from the bottle of whiskey that was already half empty.

"Dean . . ." Bobby sighed. "I hate to bring this up, I really do. But Sam and I were talking do you think maybe it's time we bury Kylie?"

I flinched, my grip on the bottle getting tighter. "No."

"We could," He stopped to sigh. "maybe . . ."

"What?" I asked a little too calmly. "Torch her corpse?" I asked angrily. "Not yet."

"I want you to come with us."

"I'm not going anywhere." I shook my head.

"Dean, please." Bobby's voice quivered.

"Would you cut me some slack?" I snapped.

I felt as if a piece of my heart was lying on the dirty mattress, dead and rotting. I just wanted to hold her, to kiss her, to scoop her away from this hell.

"I just don't think you should be alone, that's all. I gotta admit, Sam and I could use your help."

A loud snort escaped my lips.

Sam, he hadn't said a word since Kylie's life left her body, guilt weighing on his chest like a ten pound weight. It wasn't his fault, I knew that, but I couldn't go and comfort him when I was barely hanging on.

"Something big is going down-end of the world big."

"Well, then let it end!" I yelled, whiskey filled spit flying.

"You don't mean that." Bobby whispered, not even flinching at my tone.

I got up and right in his face. "You don't think so? Huh? You don't think I've given enough? You don't think I've paid enough? I'm done with it. All of it. And if you know what's good for you, you'd turn around, and get the hell out of here." My tone was threatening, my body tense as I stared Bobby down like he was my worst enemy.

He didn't stand down and instead shook his head disappointingly.

I couldn't stop myself from shoving him angrily. "GO!" I snapped.