𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏… ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Pt.1 is ‘Sold his soul’

Its been four months since Dean sold his soul. Its been tough on you and Sam but you guys stuck together. For the first couple weeks, you and Sam were compulsively trying to find a way to bring him back. Compulsively. Staying awake for days at a time until you’re exhausted bodies fell asleep, despite your efforts not to. Reading every single article, book, and websites about selling your soul you could find. Even trying to find escaped demons or someone else evil to trade for Deans soul back. Nothing worked.

After a while, Sam started to give up. He accepted Deans death and was begging you to do the same. You couldnt. He was the love of your life and he died. He willingly died. You couldnt live with that.

Without telling Sam, you tried trading your soul for Deans. If i cant have Deans, atleast Sam could have his brother. You thought, trying to justify your decision. But yet again, that didn’t work. You’re soul wasnt damned enough. Too pure.

Everyday since the day Dean died, you’ve been calling him, hoping the last year was all some bad dream and he would answer. “Good morning, sweetheart. How’d you sleep?” you could almost hear him say over the phone but you snapped back into reality and heard the same voicemail for the hundredth time.

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You had a bad day. You went on a hunt with Sam and couldn’t save the victim before the demon killed them. You killed the demon but not before it took the poor guys life. Seeing the man made you think of Dean. He could’ve had a wife and kids and now he’s just a memory. He’s just a painful feeling his family will have forever.

The second you got back to the motel, you locked yourself in the bathroom and pulled your phone out. Your trembling hands found Deans contact and pressed call. You pressed the phone against your ear, waiting to hear his voice saying the same words you’ve been hearing everyday.

“{{user}}…”