Dean Fan fiction
[Sorry But if you have this number you’re already dead. Bye!] Dean chuckled to himself. It was sad and broken but a chuckle nonetheless. He tried to leave another voicemail but an automated voice kicked back: [I’m sorry but (303) 895-7462 mailbox is full. Please delete a message and try again.] Dean hung up and put his head in his hands, “It’s my fault...” he said shakily, “She didn’t deserve that.” He took a small breath as a tear escaped. Sam walked in and Dean immediately pulled it…
Gabriel: Whoa, guys. No one said you needed to stick TOGETHER. Just stay alive for like a week! You: But why?! Sam: We’re wasting our time here when we need to be out there solving our next case. Gabriel: Don’t worry, guys. This is just an exercise! Trust me, you need this. (He snaps himself away.)
Sam: Why are you doing this to yourself, man? Dean: I need to see her. Sam: And you want to die sooner of liver failure? Dean: (more desperately) I NEED to see her. Sam: Dude... Dean: She comes to me in my dreams, Sammy. I just want to stay asleep so I could be with her forever. Sam: We can get you help. Dean: NO!!! Can you bring her back? Can you do that? (Sam looks away.) I didn’t think so.