Bleeding Out (Dean X Reader)

'Cause I'm bleeding out, so if the last thing that I do

Is bring you down, I'll bleed out for you

So I bare my skin, and I count my sins

And I close my eyes, and I take it in

I'm bleeding out, I'm bleeding out for you

"Where is he?!" The demon screamed in your face, its patience lost. "Just tell me where Dean Winchester is!" The knife it held was coated in your blood, taunting you as it made a deep laceration on your collarbone. You squeezed your eyes closed, willing yourself not to cry out, you were stronger than this, you wouldn't give in. "Go fuck yourself." You snarled, levelling the demon with a glare. The black eyed creature roared, positioning the tip of the knife in the middle of your stomach. Before it could do any real damage, a silver bullet with a demon's trap carved into it went straight through it's head. The dead demon slumped against your body, and you let your head fall back with a sigh.

When the hour is night, and hopelessness is sinking in

And the wolves all cry, to fill the night with hollering

When your eyes are red, and emptiness is all you know

With the darkness fed, I will be your scarecrow

You placed your hand on the fallen tree, propelling yourself over it, continuing your mad dash through the thick forest. Growls and roars of a pack of werewolves followed you, loud crushing footsteps seemed to be clawing at your ankles. The snow was falling around you, cooling off your heated skin. There seemed to be no exit, like you had been running in circles. You came to a skidding halt at a frozen lake. If you went around it, the beasts hunting you would surely catch up, so you did the only thing you could think of. You jumped in.

The ice broke from impact and you were quickly submerged into the frigid and murky water. It felt like millions of knives impaled your tender skin. How badly you wanted to stop, to let the faint black clouding your vision consume you, but you had to keep fighting. Not for yourself, but for him. You swam deeper, further, farther, until your ears popped from water pressure and your head felt like it would burst from lack of oxygen. You kicked to the surface but were blocked by the thick layer of ice. Your hands slammed against it relentlessly but it would not crack. Your lungs burned, your mouth wanting to open, to suck in large batches of air that was nonexistent. The black that was once clouding the corners of your vision, now began to spread. But like a godsend, the ice was shattered and a hand shot down and grabbed your wrist, hauling you out of the water and into the warmth.

Oh, you tell me to hold on, oh, you tell me to hold on

But innocence is gone, and what was right is wrong

The blood wouldn't stop flowing, no matter how much pressure was put on it. It just spilled out between the cracks of your fingers. You knew death was approaching and you accepted your fate. You felt the rumbling of the car beneath you, the faint cries, begging you to keep your eyes open, begging you not leave. You knew if you hadn't taken the hit, the man whom you loved unconditionally would be in your place. He'd be bleeding out and the back seat and you'd be gunning it to the hospital, crying, telling him it'd be okay when you both knew it wouldn't. "Please hold on, just hold on." He told you repeatedly, like a sacred mantra. You knew you couldn't but you'd try, no you would, you would hold on, if only a few minutes more. You'd do anything for him.  

'Cause I'm bleeding out, so if the last thing that I do

Is to bring you down, I'll bleed out for you

So I bare my skin, and I count my sins

And I close my eyes, and I take it in

And I'm bleeding out, I'm bleeding out for you (for you)

You saw the dagger being thrown before anyone else, you saw it's mark aimed between his eyes. You felt it, you felt your body collide into his, pushing him from the line of fire. You felt the ivory lodge itself in your shoulder, you felt the searing pain and felt the cold ground you landed on. Pulling yourself to your feet, you immediately pulled the weapon from your skin, only allowing yourself a hiss in reaction to the pain. You clutched the wound, grabbing your gun from your thigh holster and shooting the damned witch dead.

I'm bleeding out for you (for you)

I'm bleeding out for you (for you)

I'm bleeding out for you (for you)

I'm bleeding out for you

"(Name) don't die, not now." He pleaded, his thumb brushing over your blood stained lip. His tears that had fallen on your cheeks hurt worse than any external pain you had ever experienced, but there was nothing you could do. You could only sit and cry with him until the darkness consumed you. You smiled weakly, hushing him softly, telling him all would be alright, that'd you'd be watching over him, and you knew you would. Yet his pleas and tears would not stop. The grip your hand had in his lessened more and more by the second. You wished you had more time, but the world just didn't work that way. "It's okay, it's okay, this is perfect, dying in your arms, it's perfect." You assured, ignoring the blood that bubbled up from your throat. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault, you have nothing to be sorry for. Just keep fighting okay, keep fighting." You whispered. "And always remember that I love you and I'm always going to be right here." You informed, raising your palm and placing it over his heart. It was slow but peaceful. Your hand fell from his chest and your eyelid drooped until you could keep them open no more, falling into an eternal sleep with him at your side. It was perfect.