Episode: Season 9 - Do You Believe In Miracles? Pt. 2 

A scream built up in my throat, coming out in a gasp stifled only by my hand.

"NO!" Sam cried out just as Metatron removed the blade.

Everything went in slow-motion then as Dean's face turned to us in shock. We raced to him as quick as lightning, skidding to a stop once we reached him.

"Hey," Sam panicked as we helped him to a sitting position, "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey,"

Everything shook then as if the building were about to topple down on top of us. Sam, with rage-filled hazel eyes, made a lunge towards a grinning, triumphant Metatron but he disappeared instantly.

"Sammy, Parksy, you got to get out of here before he comes back," Dan rasped as we desperately tried to bind his wounds to stop the flow of blood.

"Shh..." I quieted him, pressing an old bandanna to the wound on his chest, crimson instantly soaking through, "Shut up, shut up. Just save your energy, alright?"

Tears brimmed in my brown eyes as I took in the blood crusting on his face, bruises forming on his skin. No, no, no...

"We'll-we'll stop the bleeding, we'll-we'll get you a doctor," Sam told him in a rush, "Or-or find a spell. You're gonna be okay,"

I nodded emphatically in agreement, trying to push back my tears, "Right! I-I have lots of spells in my grimoires - there's gotta be something there that will help!"

Dean's hand went to cup my cheek then, "Listen to me, it's better this way,"

"What?" I breathed out, unbelieving.

"The Mark. It's making me into something I don't want to be," he choked out, voice breaking with emotion.

A tear escaped my eye and he brushed it away with the pad of his thumb.

"Don't worry about the Mark," Sam interrupted, "We'll figure out the Mark later. Just hold on, okay?"

He got up then, muttering to me a brief "Give me some help" before we lifted Dean up, carrying most of his weight as we began to make our way to the exit at the far end of the room.

We only made it a couple of feet before Dean began to protest, "Hold up, hold up,"

As gently as we could, we leaned him against an old crate stacked in the middle of the room. He gasped weakly and I tried as hard as I could to keep the tears at bay, feeling my chest tighten with dread and anxiety.

"I got to say something to you," Dean said, putting a hand on Sam's shoulder.

"What?" Sam asked, searching his eyes in concern.

"I'm proud of us," he confessed, briefly moving his hand to hold his little brother's face.

His dimming eyes slid to me then and as soon as green met brown, it was like a dam broke, fresh hot tears cascading down my cheeks in waves.

"Parker-" he started, gasping for air.

"No. NO!" I shook my head, feeling my chest constrict, making it hard to breathe, "Don't do do that - don't say your goodbyes. I-I can't, okay, Dean? I can't!"

His hand reached over then, calloused fingers caressing my face gently, "I love you, Parker Marie Winchester,"

A sob welled up from my throat and I didn't bother holding it back this time as I pressed my hand over his, squeezing hard, afraid to let go.

"I've loved you since that day you threw sand in my face on the playground," he admitted with a half-smile, earning a breathy chuckle through the onslaught of my tears, "I've loved you since that night you danced with me at the party... I've loved you so long...I don't even remember what it was like not to,"

Crying, I pressed a sweet kiss to this blood palm before he continued, "You ga-gave me everything I could ever want. That apple-pie life I always dreamed about - a home, a kid, a love that...that was more than I deserved,"

I shook my head then, sobbing as I choked out, "No, you...you deserved better than me, you always did,"

"I never could have asked...for better than you...short-stack..." he said softly, words growing quieter and slower as his green eyes began to fade, "I love you so much, Parker..."

I couldn't tell you what I felt in that moment, as the life left the sparkling green eyes of the only man I'd ever truly loved. It was like my world stopped spinning, my heart ceased beating in my chest. I thought life was ending. And that it should. Because why, oh, why would the world spin without him?

"No, no. Hey, hey, hey. Wake up, D," I said, cradling his face in my hands as the tears came out in a flood, begging those glazed eyes to focus on me one last time, "Hey! Dean! DEAN!"

With shaking hands, I gathered his lifeless form against my chest in that moment, letting out a gut-wrenching sob as Sam wept bitterly beside me. We had lost everything.

It was all I could do as sobs wracked my body, holding onto his still form as my world crumbled down in an avalanche.

My life would never be the same.