I clutched onto his cold body, hugging him to my chest. His face was pale and bloody, but I could still see the guy I had fallen in love with. His plump pink lips loosing their color a little to fast for comfort. I laid my head on his chest last was still struggling to keep going. His heart was slow and it only kept getting slower and slower. A stray tear fell down my cheek and onto his bloody shirt. "Please stay with me. Just a little longer baby." I cried. I felt the blood seep through his shirt and into mine from the cut that was hidden beneath the gory scene. As I laid there listening to his heartbeat ticking the time away, the weapon that caused this hellish nightmare caught the beam of the full moon. The silver knife held the stars and the darkness, the blood of my lover glistening on the sides. Who knew something so evil could be so beautiful at the same time. …show more content…
I heard his last heartbeat in slow motion and his last breath escaped his mouth and ghosted down the back of my neck. It was over. Dean Winchester was finally at rest. It was as if heaven knew it to because the Angels started crying, sending down their tears to the earth through grey clouds. I clutched onto his hand that would never grasp back and brought it to my lips, kissing it gently. "Please done leave me. You're a Winchester, you're Dean. The world needs you! I need you!" The rain masked my tears and washed away the red fluid that covered the concrete, but it failed to wash away my pain. It failed to wash away the shattered pieces of my heart. I felt a firm hand place over my shoulder and squeeze comfortingly. "It's time to let go." Castiel told me, but I simply shook my head and held on tighter. I needed my pie loving, green eyed