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Never Say Goodbye - Part 11

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader

Summary: The first time you and Dean sensed each other’s thoughts and feelings, you were just kids. It would take years to realize that you both were bonded for life, and even longer to finally meet. [Soulmate AU] (Rated M for eventual scenes – 18+)

Word Count: 4,900 Warnings: Angst, peril, fluff. Oh yeah, and more kidnapping.

Part 11: Soul Bond

You had nothing.

Absolutely nothing on where the Yellow Eyed demon had taken Sam. You and Dean had been working on it with Bobby at his house for hours, but out of hundreds of ancient books on the shelf, not one had the answer on how to locate the demon.

And over the past month, none of the omens that were typically associated with demons revealed anything either.

You and Bobby were frustrated. Dean was pissed.

Until he got a call from Ash—the resident hillbilly tech genius at Harvelle’s Roadhouse. He had something big, but not something that he could share over the phone.

You all needed to get your asses to the Roadhouse.

It took a fair amount of convincing, but Dean reluctantly let you come with him and Bobby in the Impala to Nebraska. About four hours later, you arrived to scorched earth where the Roadhouse once stood.

The building had been all but burned to the ground. Only part of its wood frame remained. You covered your mouth with a hand against the smoke fumes as you carefully stepped through the debris to find any sign of Ash, Ellen, or her daughter Jo. According to Sam and Dean, Jo was just a little younger than you, but she was shaping up to be a great hunter herself.

Right now though, you were glad that you hadn’t found her. Bobby shook his head at the carnage, while Dean stopped short. He found Ash’s charred arm, identifying him by his watch.

He grimaced. “Oh, Ash. Damn it.”

He glanced up at you and Bobby. You didn’t need the bond to know that Dean felt helpless. And he was thinking the same thing you were.

What the hell do we do now?

The three of you headed back to the car after Bobby called this in to 9-1-1.

“What the hell did Ash know?” Dean said. “We’ve got no way of knowing where Ellen is, or if she’s even alive. We got no clue what Ash was going to tell us. Now how the hell are we gonna find Sam?”

“We’ll find him,” Bobby said.

Just then, Dean flinched as images flashed painfully through his mind. You gasped as his pain echoed in your own head, making you press a hand to your temple not unlike how he was right now.

“What’s going on?” Bobby asked. He looked between you both in confusion, and an edge of concern. “What was that?”

You looked over at Dean with a frown.

“It started with you,” you said.

He gave you an apologetic look before he answered your uncle. “I don’t know. Headache?”

“You get headaches like that a lot?” Bobby asked skeptically.

You laid a hand on Dean’s back, as you sensed he was still reeling. He shook his head.

“No,” he admitted, catching his breath. “It must be the stress…but I could’a swore I saw something.”

“What do you mean, like…like a vision?” Bobby asked.

“What, no. Like what Sam gets?” Dean asked.

“Like what Sam gets?” you echoed. “Sam gets visions?”

Your hand dropped from his back as you regarded Dean sternly. He gave you a more sheepish, apologetic look.

I’ll fill you in later, he said through the bond. You frowned at him. Even now, he was still keeping things from you.

“Not like that. I’m not some psychic,” Dean said to Bobby.

And then it him again—a piercing pain that resonated through his skull, and through the soul bond into yours. Both of you clutched at your heads in pain. It actually brought Dean to his knees against the Impala while you nearly lost your footing in the gravel road. Bobby came to your side first, holding you up right while his free hand went to stabilize Dean.

You didn’t see what Dean saw, but in his vision, he saw Sam. And he saw a large old bell with a tree engraved on it. An oak tree, Bobby helped confirm.

“I know where Sam is,” Bobby said. “Cold Oak.”

“Where the hell’s that?” Dean said.

“Back home,” Bobby said. “South Dakota.”

The only thing you could do was drive.

Well, Dean did the driving. Bobby was out for a nap in the backseat. You sat in the passenger seat and tried to soothe Dean’s worry.

“We’re going to find him,” you said. Dean glanced at you with a frown.

“That’s not all I’m worried about,” he said.

“What else?” you said. His lips pressed into a line, and his gaze was firmly on the road, but you knew him by now. You sensed he was thinking about the pain his vision caused, and that you had felt it too.

“It’s just the bond, Dean,” you said. “We’re both fine—”

“Yeah, well, next time we might not be,” Dean said. He let go of a sharp sigh. “Damn it, you should’ve stayed home. When we get there, you’re definitely staying in the car.”

You huffed, crossing your arms.

“You’re not the boss of me,” you muttered.

Dean shot you a warning look. “Hey, don’t you get snippy. This is serious. It’s dangerous beyond freakin’ belief.”

“I know, okay! I’m not an idiot,” you retorted. “And by the way, thanks for filling me in about Sam’s psychic powers. Talk about the 11th hour.”

Dean made a sound of frustration as his eyes rolled heavenward.

“Look, it’s Sam’s thing. Not mine,” he said. “Not my secret to tell.”

A valid point, though at the moment, not one you cared about.

“The one thing I asked from you was not to lie to me, and you can’t even do that,” you snapped. “Omission is still a lie.”

Dean kept his eyes on the road while his mouth was set in a firm line, choosing to stew in silence rather than raise his voice at you.

You felt his anger, still twisted with worry for his brother, and it shot a lance of guilt through you. You knew you weren’t making things any easier here…

But you were angry too. So you sat back in your seat and looked out your window instead of at your boyfriend for the next ten miles.

Dean hated to stop for any reason, but he eventually pulled off the highway at the nearest pit stop to gas up the car.

You got out of the car with your purse at the same time Dean did, but he grabbed hold of your arm as soon as you tried to get by him.

“Where’re you going?” His question sounded more like a demand. You gave him an odd look.

“To the bathroom,” you said. A bit of snark colored your tone. “Unless you want to reupholster your seats.”

Dean didn’t appreciate your attitude. He set the gas handle to fill up his car automatically and signaled to Bobby to keep an eye on it.

“You don’t have to come with me. I’ll be right back,” you said. But it was like talking to a brick wall.

Dean followed you into the gas station, through the snack aisle, all the way to the women’s bathroom. His shoulders and spine were tense, his gaze alert.

“All right, I think we can part ways right here,” you teased, trying your best to be less snarky this time. Dean wasn’t laughing.

“Just make it quick,” he said.

Fine, Dad, you thought in annoyance. You could tell he heard it by the way his lips pursed. With a frustrated sigh, you went into the restroom by yourself.

You realized Dean was just trying to keep you safe, but that sort of overprotectiveness really did remind you of your dad, and how he’d wanted to wrap you in bubble wrap since you were a little kid. And that was annoying as hell.

Once you’d used the restroom, you set your purse down on the counter and washed your hands at the sink.

A creaking sound echoed from your left. You paused, wondering if Dean had cracked the door open on top of waiting outside for you. But when you didn’t hear him, you shook your head and finished washing your hands.

Briefly you looked up into the mirror—and you saw him.

You jolted with a gasp as a tall man with eerie yellow eyes smirked over your shoulder.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he drawled.

You whirled around, but before you could scream, the man grabbed your shoulder. The moment he touched you, you felt cold and darkness climbed into your mind, washing everything else away.

Dean’s fists clenched in the pocket of his jeans. He frowned, both impatient and annoyed. What the hell was taking you so long?

He had half a mind to go in there and check on you. But just as he was about to ask you mentally what the hold up was, he felt a tendril of your fear through the bond. Then, your terror.

Sucking in a breath, Dean drew his gun from the waistband of his jeans and burst into the women’s bathroom.

Your purse was sitting on the counter, the faucet in the sink was still on, but you were nowhere to be found. He called your name as he entered. You didn’t answer.

Dean looked around, and his panic rose when he knealed down and found traces of sulfur on the bathroom floor.

“Damn it!”

Dean sprinted back to the car, where Bobby had already filled up the Impala with gas and had been waiting. Once he caught sight of Dean, he perked up in alert.

“What happened?” he asked. “Where’s—”

“Yellow Eyes got her,” Dean said. His expression was pained. “He took her right out from under me, goddamn it!”

Dean raked his fingers through his hair in frustration. Bobby came around and rested a hand on his shoulder. The older man was also worried about his niece, his insides gone cold and his heart squeezed like a vice. But he knew that Dean didn’t need to see it right now.

“It’s okay. We’ll find her,” Bobby said.

“It’s not okay, Bobby! I shouldn’t have brought her out here. Fuck.” Dean rubbed a shaking hand over his mouth. You were in the hands of a demon, and it wasn’t some low-level backup dancer either. It was the demon.

One horrific scenario after another played through Dean’s mind—on a loop. It threatened to turn his stomach.

“It’s my fault,” he said. He felt that down to his bones. “And Sam too. I was distracted when he needed me…and now who knows what that sick fuck is gonna—”

“Dean, calm down. We know where Sam is. We can at least get to him first,” Bobby said. “Yellow Eyes obviously wants us, mainly you, chasin’ your tail…which in a way is good for us.”

Dean shot him an incredulous look. “How?”

“He sees you as a threat,” Bobby said, his gaze knowing. “To whatever he’s got cooked up for Sam.”

You woke up lying on a dusty ground with dead leaves in your mouth.

You spit them out and groaned at the dull ache in your skull. What the hell…

When you were able to look up at your surroundings, you were disconcerted to find you were in the middle of the woods. Where that was, you had no fucking idea.

“Evening, sunshine,” came a droll voice. You gasped as you realized who it was, and what exactly had taken you. You whipped around and found the Yellow Eyed demon watching you, smirking lightly in amusement.

You scrambled to your feet and put as much distance as you could between him and you, which was only about a few feet, considering the small clearing he’d brought you to.

You were freezing, missing the jacket you’d left in the car. Your breath came out in visible puffs, and a demon, the demon, was watching you. This was the thing that had killed Sam’s girlfriend, and Sam and Dean’s mother. This was the creature John Winchester had bargained with for Dean’s life.

You were terrified.

But you tried to channel Dean’s focus under pressure. You couldn’t feel him, so you assumed they were far from the gas station in South Dakota. Though you also didn’t know how much time had lapsed between then and now.

“What do you want?” you asked, hating how tremulous your voice was. “Why’d you bring me here? Where’s Sam?”

Yellow Eyes crossed an arm and rested his chin in his other hand.

“You ask a lot of questions,” he mused. “Which one’s most important to you?”

You blinked, took a breath to steady yourself (though that didn’t really work), and you forced yourself to think.

“You could’ve killed me,” you said. “But you haven’t yet.”

He shrugged.

“Still could,” he pointed out. You swallowed. Fair enough.

“Separating me from Dean is…you probably want him going crazy,” you reasoned. And thinking of Dean made you ache.

This is exactly the kind of thing he’d feared, you realized. And if we make it through this, he’s going to be pissed.

Mainly at you, probably. And that thought intensified your guilt.

But the only real question you had left was, “Where’s Sam?”

The demon straightened and took on a new smile, one you decided you didn’t like.

“You really want to know?” he asked. He moved towards you, but you moved in the opposite direction. Cat and mouse.

You somehow managed to keep a stubborn tilt to your chin. “That’s what I said, isn’t it?”

“Lippy.” He nodded. “That’s cute.”

In a few swift, inhuman steps, he crossed the distance and took your throat in his hand. You gasped and grabbed at his wrist, but he didn’t squeeze. He just framed your jaw with his hand and looked down at you like he was considering breaking your neck. Just for fun.

“Do you want to see Sam?” he asked, tilting your face up to him. “I’ll take you to him.”

You worked to find your voice. You were trembling. “Why?”

He looked mockingly surprised.

“Why? I thought that’s what you wanted.”

You stared up at him in fear, breathing shallowly, but you wanted to know his motivations. Why would he help you?

“I’ll put it like this. I’ve got a little bet going,” the demon said. His thumb drew back and forth along your jawline. A tear streamed down your cheek.

“Right now I’ve got two main contenders: a bear and a lion,” he said. “I’m rootin’ for the lion. At the end of this little trial, we’ll see which of my children comes out on top.”

He finally released you. You gasped and rubbed your throat—not because he’d hurt you, but because his touch felt cold. Like the clammy hand of death.

You let out a shaky breath.

“So either Sam wins, or he dies,” you concluded. The demon smiled.

“You want to help Dean, right? You want to matter in his life, beyond being a convenient bedwarmer,” he taunted. You glared back.

“The question is: do you think you can make a difference?” Yellow Eyes paced behind you, like the devil on your shoulder.

If this was your chance to help Sam, then you would take it, even if it cost you. You cared about Sam too, and you refused to be the reason Dean lost another member of his family.

“Take me to Sam then,” you said.

The demon appeared at your side. He dropped an icy hand on your shoulder, and your world fell into darkness again.

This time, it cleared faster. You gasped as if you’d been holding your breath. You felt dizzy and wrong, but when you next opened your eyes, you faced a dark, empty town bordering on a wilderness. The demon had disappeared.

But you heard a shout. Your head snapped to the sound, and you saw Sam! He was fighting someone just a few yards away: a young Black man in what looked like an army uniform.

“Sam!” you called out, and you raced towards them. Sam was kneeling on the ground, nearly spent, maybe even hurt.

But the other man was behind him. As you got close, your eyes widened as you saw the knife.

You had no time to think, you just had to stop him.

You jumped onto the attacker’s back and wrapped your arms around his neck. You managed to pull him back with your weight alone, though you struggled to stay on as he grunted and stumbled back.

He soon twisted and threw you off—hard onto the damp ground. So hard that you hit your head on the gravel, and your vision sharply cut to black once again.

Sam was exhausted. Pain radiated from his dislocated right shoulder, but he could’ve sworn he’d heard your voice. He saw Bobby and Dean in the distance, coming from the south. But your voice had come from the opposite direction.

“Sam, watch out!” Dean shouted.

Sam twisted to look behind him, but his eyes widened at what he saw.

He saw you grappling on Jake’s back. Sam scrambled to his feet and grabbed the crowbar he had given up earlier, just in time to watch Jake all but throw you to the ground. Anger burned in Sam’s veins.

He used his left hand to once again slam the crowbar across Jake’s face—twice, three times more. Even with Jake’s superhuman strength, it managed to push him back a few steps. But he still didn’t go down. His obstinate face and his solid stance said he wasn’t giving up. It was him, or Sam. One of them wasn’t walking out of here alive.

Jake took one step forward.

And then he found three bullets in his chest.

Slowly he looked down. Blood spilled from his wounds, and Jake stumbled and fell back into the dirt. The light drained from his eyes as his heaving chest stilled. Sam could only stare at him in shock, until Dean ran up at his side.

Dean debated one more shot to the head, mostly out of anger and relief that he’d made it in time…

But after a moment, he lowered his gun and looked over at his brother. Sam gave him a grim, thankful look.

Dean returned it, but his expression soon fell. He looked past his brother, where Bobby was kneeling down to your sprawled body on the ground. You were out cold. Dean sheathed his gun as he and Sam also went to your side. Dean’s insides went cold, but he quickly checked you over with his eyes and his hands.

“Baby, can you hear me?” Dean called to you, but you didn’t respond.

Overall, you didn’t seem hurt anywhere else but the knot probably forming on the back of your head. But you’d been missing for hours. You’d been with Yellow Eyes all this time…

Dean took your face in his hands and was gentle in raising your head from the ground. He didn’t find any blood, but he still had to hold his fear and desperation inside as he called your name, trying to rouse you.

He held the side of your face, brushing his thumb against your cold cheek.

“Come on, sweetheart. Open your eyes for me,” he muttered. For a moment, all three men waited with bated breath.

Then, you inhaled more sharply and started to wake up. Dean let out a deep breath, sharing a look of relief with Sam and Bobby. He brushed your hair away from your face and pulled you into his arms. You were slow to come around, but then you opened your eyes.

When your gaze found his, you smiled at him. “Dean?”

“There she is,” Dean said with a grin. “There’s my girl.”

He carefully checked the back of your head again.

“I thought we said no more heart attacks,” he quipped. You just sighed and held onto his jacket, too relieved and spent to volley back. Dean looked down at you and tried to hide the true depths of his concern (and lingering worry).

“You okay?” he asked. “Did Yellow Eyes…are you hurt?”

You met his eyes again, and though tears swam in yours, you shook your head. But you smiled at Bobby when he set an almost fatherly hand on your shoulder.

“I’m okay,” you replied.

“Did you crack your head again?” Bobby asked. You tried to sit up, and Dean helped you.

“Don’t think so. Damn.” You winced at the ache at the back of your head. Dean also grimaced; you hoped he couldn’t feel this too. “Maybe I’ve got a weak skull.”

“Don’t beat yourself up,” Sam said. “Jake was strong.”

You looked over at Sam and saw how he was holding his right arm. And he had a stream of blood drying down the side of his face.

“Are you okay?” you asked him in concern.

“It’s just dislocated,” Sam said.

Dean nodded. “Yeah, let’s fix that before we go.”

He released you once he was satisfied that Bobby was supporting you, and then turned to his brother. It wasn’t pleasant, and you had never seen this done outside of the movies, but in a quick countdown from three, Dean set his brother’s shoulder. On two, Sam’s strangled yell rang out throughout the ghost town.

You winced and gave Sam a supportive rub of his back.

“Okay, Sammy.” Dean laid a hand on Sam’s good shoulder. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

“Absolutely,” Sam agreed with a grimace.

Dean helped you to the Impala, despite you telling him that you were fine. He wasn’t babying his brother like this. He just gave you a look, and he eased you into the Impala’s backseat while Sam climbed into the passenger seat.

Bobby went on ahead in his car, while Dean proceeded to drill both of you on what happened. Sam explained his part—being kidnapped, ending up in this town with a handful of others his age who had been sought out by the Yellow Eyed demon. It had turned out to be gruesome survival of the fittest, in which they were picked off one by one, then forced to fight each other to make it out alive. Sam and Jake had been the last ones standing.

There were some details that Sam was leaving out, you noticed, even though you didn’t know exactly what they were. Like why this group had these powers to begin with, and why the demon wanted them to fight one another to the death.

But right now, you were too exhausted to pursue your usual curiosity.

“Why did Yellow Eyes take you?” Sam asked, glancing at you over his shoulder to the backseat. Dean’s expression tightened.

“Maybe he wanted to distract Dean, but it was more than that,” you explained. “He wanted to help you win, Sam. He figured I’d be a monkey wrench in the game.”

You want to help Dean, right? You want to matter in his life, the demon had taunted.

And you’d played your part. You were glad you had though. If you hadn’t thrown yourself onto Jake, who knows what he would’ve done to Sam…but you did regret one thing.

“Dean,” you said softly. He looked back at you over his shoulder.

“I’m sorry about…about today. You warned me this was dangerous, and I was stupid about it.” You let out a shaky sigh. “Not to mention a selfish jerk. I promise, it won’t happen again—”

“All right, that’s enough,” Dean said. He reached back and grasped your knee. His eyes flashed to yours through the rearview mirror.

Your lips trembled. A few tears escaped and rolled down your cheeks, but you were quick to brush them away and grab his hand.

You were just grateful that he didn’t seem to be angry at you. Nor did you sense that from him through the bond. What you felt most was his concern, his desire to soothe you, and his goal to get you and Sam home.

“Don’t worry about it, okay? I’m not mad,” he promised. “You’re safe. Sammy’s safe, we’re all good.”

Sam’s head turned towards you, offering a smile as well. You tried to smile back at both of them. You sniffled, squeezing Dean’s hand one more time before you let go so he could concentrate on driving. He still kept an eye on you through the rearview.

“You okay?” he asked. You nodded, but you also couldn’t hold back a long yawn.

“All right. Get some sleep, baby. We’ll be home soon,” he said.

You nodded and relaxed in the backseat of the Impala. You always got sleepy in moving in cars…

Dean smiled as he watched you fall asleep out of the corner of his eye. Poor girl. Been through the ringer.

The same could be said for his little brother. He looked over at Sam, who had dried blood down the side of his face. All of you had made it out of this in one piece though, and Dean was as surprised as he was grateful.

He noticed Sam rub at his aching shoulder.

“You get some sleep too,” Dean said, though he held back a yawn of his own.

Sam looked over at his brother in concern. Dean almost looked as bad as him, even with Sam’s injuries. Dean looked like he’d been through hell. Likely from the stress of trying to find Sam, and you.

All thanks to Yellow Eyes.

“Dean,” he said, earning his older brother’s attention. “He knows we’re going to find him. We’re gonna kill him.”

Dean’s mouth raised at the corner. “Damn straight.”

“Have you thought again about what comes after?” Sam asked. “Last year, you seemed to think there was always going to be something out there to hunt.”

Dean hesitated. Again, he glanced back at your sleeping form.

“Yeah, well. That was last year,” he muttered. Before their dad died. Before he got a taste of what losing you and Sam felt like.

“I’m gettin’ tired of this,” Dean admitted.

Sam smiled a little. There was one thing he had agreed with John about. He wanted better for his brother. He wanted Dean to have a home too.

With that thought hovering at the surface, Sam let out a sigh and closed his eyes. He didn’t remember drifting off.

But when he next woke up, it was still dark outside. Sam blinked and yawned. “Dean, how far are we—”

When he looked over, it wasn’t Dean in the driver’s seat.

It was Yellow Eyes.

Sam jolted in his seat and leaned back in shock. He turned and saw you in the back, still sleeping, but it was Yellow Eyes next to him with a grin. Sam was dreaming.

“Hey, Sam,” the demon said. “Congrats on winning my little beauty pageant. I was always rootin’ for you.”

Sam seethed with barely controlled rage.

“You’re the one who’s going to lead the troops,” said Yellow Eyes. “You’re gonna be the Million-Dollar Man, Sammy.”

“Cut the crap,” Sam said hotly.

“You’ll be like a prince in the new world order, you know,” the demon continued. “You and your family will be safe…well, what’s left of it anyway. You’ll all be set for life, my friend.”

Sam glared back at him. “You think I’m an idiot?”

After a moment, the demon rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he said. “That was a tough sell, even for me.”

Sam opened his mouth to reply, but the demon beat him to it.

“How about this. You’ll do exactly what you’re supposed to,” Yellow Eyes said. “You’ll follow orders, like a good soldier. Or, I’ll eviscerate Dean like a kid’s piñata.”

Sam knew that wasn’t an idle threat. But he swallowed his fear and stared defiantly into the demon’s face.

“Good luck,” he retorted. “You should’ve learned from our dad. Winchesters don’t die easily.”

Yellow eyes smirked. “Bold move, considering I got your daddy. Hook, line, sinker.”

“It took a shitty deal for you to even get a hand on Dad,” Sam snapped back.

After a moment of consideration, Yellow Eyes conceded that.

“Okay,” he said. But then, his eyes shifted towards the rearview mirror. Sam followed his gaze—to where you were sleeping peacefully in the backseat. Sam’s insides chilled.

“Now, I know Dean’s pretty protective of his things,” said Yellow Eyes, his lips curving. “But after today, I think we both know. Even he can’t be everywhere at once.”

He watched Sam hesitate.

“I wonder, just how much pain can be communicated through a soul bond?” the demon mused. “Do you think he’ll taste her blood in his mouth? Or will he eat a damn bullet just so he doesn’t have to hear her scream…and cry…and beg for death.”

Sam’s glare was fierce…

But he wavered. He looked out to the miles of dark, open road ahead. In his mind, he considered all the ways they could fight, and all the ways the demon would be able to get to you.

“I’ll break him, Sam,” said Yellow Eyes. It was both a warning and a promise. “Then I’ll break you.”

Sam took in progressively deeper breaths, stealing himself.

But he couldn’t. He couldn’t do that to Dean, or to you. He couldn’t take away his brother’s happiness. Not when Sam knew what it was like to lose it.

Sam looked back over at Yellow Eyes. Defeated.

“What do you want me to do?”

The demon grinned.

AN: *Cue Law & Order "dun dun"*

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