Don't Forget About Me

23

Dean's P.O.V.

 I stand face to face with the man who killed my daughter. He holds out his gun, ready to fire. At this point I almost don't care. But she didn't die for nothing.

I tackle him to the ground, holding my hands over his throat.

"And this is what you get for killing my family, you son of a bitch!"

I say the words with pain in my voice.

"Dean! Move!"

Sam runs up behind us, holding something that's burning in his hands.

I spring up, almost falling over backwards, just as Sam throws the flaming substance.

He explodes with a horrible screaming that I can't help but enjoy.

"Cat!" I rush over to her, lying on the ground curled in a fatal position.

I hesitantly place my fingers against her cold neck.

No pulse.

I see the bullet's point of impact, straight through her chest.

Her clothes are soaked in blood, her lips slightly parted.

Eyes open, wide with fear.

Fear for me.

I've failed her.

.......

Cat's P.O.V.

I wake up, confused as to where I am. I look around, and see nothing.

Literally, nothing.

I am in a large white space, seeming to stretch on forever.

Then I remember. I was shot.

I died.

And now I am, where?

Heaven?

I take a few steps forwards.

And I hear a voice.

"Catherine Winchester?"