❝Wherever 𝙨𝙝𝙚
goes 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 follows❞
•••••In which Diana Russo and Dean Winchester fall in love, whilst fighting the supernatural and searching for their families.
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𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗼𝗻𝗲
𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 �...
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in my time of dying
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Dean Winchester awakes in a hospital bed. He shoots upright, wide eyes taking in the room. His hospital room is empty, except for him, and the half closed curtains that let in a few strips of natural light.
He swings his legs over the side of the bed and lets his feet touch the cold hospital floor. With a frown on his face he exits the room and walks into the hall, finding it empty.
"Sam?" He calls out, looking into another empty room before continuing down the hall. "Annie? Dad?"
He walks down the stairs, still finding it all vaguely empty. Finally, halfway down the stairs he finds a receptionist sitting at the front, working on a call.
"Excuse me," he calls while walking over to her with a slight grimace and limp. "Hi. I was, uh, I think I was in a car crash... with my girl, my dad and my brother. I just need to find them."
The receptionist stays quiet. She doesn't even look at him. Dean frowns calls out to her again, but when she still doesn't respond he snaps his fingers in her face. No reaction.
Panic starts to set in with Dean. He hurries around the hospital, frantically searching for someone who can see and hear him. He stops at a room and looks inside, what he sees shocks him.
It's him. Lying on a hospital bed, eyes closed and a tube in his mouth. He's dying.
He, or at least the him that is conscious, jumps a little when a brunette figure suddenly stands up on the opposite side of the bed.
Dean smiles at the sight of her, "Annie! Oh, thank God—"
"Sorry," says Diana quietly, her voice rough and horse. Her eyes are fixated on the him that is lying in the bed. She sits down on the edge of the bed and fiddles with something in her hands. She holds it up for a moment and Dean can see it's Mary's ring, the one he always wears. "I dropped it," Diana sniffles and shakes her head. "They had to take it off of you for surgery, but... I think it's okay now."
She brings the silver ring to her lips and gives it a small kiss before sliding it onto his unresponsive and cold finger. "There," she smiles, tears gathering in her eyes. "All better."
"Hey, Annie, c'mon I'm okay," Dean says, although he knows she can't hear him. He rounds the bed to stand by her and reaches out to cup her cheek but stops. She won't feel him. She won't know. "Please, Annie."
He doesn't know what he's asking for.
Diana pushes some strays hairs behind her ears and looks up to try and clear the tears from her eyes. Dean gasps, he hadn't actually looked at her face yet, but when he does he's horrified. "What happened?" He demands. "Who did this?"
