Her, To Home

Chapter#26

He was leaning on the uncomfortable chair, staring at her. His whole body felt numb, like every emotion and feeling had lost its touch from his body. He had spent the time beside her sleeping figure like a hungry man to open her eyes. He shouldn't be worried, didn't have any reason to either but he still found himself unblinking as he took in her sight. It felt like forever since she last looked at him with those glaring, adoring eyes. His starvation for her attention was too selfish for him to fall asleep. He wanted to meet her eyes when she finally wakes up.

The shadows in the room started appearing slowly like they were mocking him in slow painful dance which he wanted to dance and yet, was forced to only watch. As the glass window slowly creeped in the sunlight, he finally saw some movement from her. Just to make sure she won't move too harshly, he quickly held her down. She grabbed his arm with a snap as her eyes opened suddenly and she simply stared at him.

Time stood still for him; it was like going back to finally meeting her eyes after two years yet the two years had never felt as long as the time, he had stood alone without her. He was watching as her widen eyes slowly gained focus and then she blinked, moving her lips but he heard no sound.

"....an. Dean." She whispered from her chapped lips and he clutched his jaw as he leaned lower and kissed her lips, his eyes tightly shut as he breathes in the warmth of her skin. His numb mind was haywire into life as he kept his lips on hers. The wetness he had been keeping from flowing finally escaped his eyes. Two tears rolled down and fell on Sara's neck as he held her to himself while embracing her lips.

He didn't know what it was, he hadn't been afraid till he reached there. Wasn't scared even when June pointed a gun at him but the second, he realized that June had planned to hurt him in the worse way possible, he felt the images of his whole life crumbling down to sand. When she fired the shot at Sara, he wasn't able to move, was just watched as Sara fell down on the ground, her eyes on his as her body lost life. The noise around him of his surroundings had been like a background noise he couldn't hear. His mind flashed his whole life through his eyes and slowly, painfully his chest exploded in pain. For him, he had never stood in the moment where he ever had to image the life without O'Brian simply because he knew he was going to stay in her life whether she knew or not but the thought that she might never even have a life for him to stay in, the thought was so unimaginable that it never crossed his mind but there he was, living in the very moment where his mind was making every possibility of losing her, his O'Brian.

"Dean..." Her whisper pulled him out of his darkness and he leaned back, opening his eyes and taking in her sight once again. Her confused eyes were staring at him, asking a million question at one time but he didn't want to answer anything, not yet, in fact if he could remove the time from existence, he would.

"Hi, baby." He sighed and grabbed her hands.

"Dean...what happened?"

He found himself unable to meet her eyes but he knew that in this reality, there weren't such things as escaping so he took a deep breath and once again looked at her and said, "You got shot. Thankfully it hit your shoulder instead of your heart."

He was wishing she would stop asking anything after this but she probably read his eyes better then he hid them and she tighten her hold on his hand and almost breath out, "And June....?"

He gulped and cupped her face saying, "When she shot you, the police also fired. Since she was shooting to kill you, they didn't care for just disarming her. She was shot....on the chest. She died on the spot."

He could still remember when he finally gained his mind back, he found June's lifeless body on the cold ground, the eyes were wide open as it stared at nothing. The goth girl he should have been hating with his every ounce of life was suddenly too pitiful for him to despise. Her lonely and ignored body suddenly reflected her own life in front of him. He could never have imagined that a girl's simple obsession could go far and ruin so many lives. The blood which was leaving the traces of red from her body had him stand alone and for a second there, he could see himself in that lifeless body.