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Sign of the Times-Dean Winchester/Reader

Just stop you crying, it’s a sign of the times

Welcome to the final show

Hope you’re wearing your best clothes

Rain. There was always rain to count on. You always said that when it rain there was someone who need a hug. Who knew You would be the reason for the rain. Not that You needed a hug now, and Dean knew that. Laughed bitterly as he thought about it. 

You can’t bribe the door on your way to the sky

You look pretty good down here

But you ain’t really good

There was no coming back and he knew it. Mission gone wrong was the last thing on his mind. He knew this would happen. The anger of knowing is what grew in him. He knew this would be a dangerous job for you even if you were a good hunter, he knew. 

We never learn, we been here before

Why are we always stuck and running from 

The bullets? The bullets?

Sam and Cas stare at Dean. He’s hasn’t eaten, he has just stared at the wall punched it occasionally. Of course the lost of you was getting to Sam and Cas, but it was different for You and Dean. Dean had been hard about opening up to you and anyone in that matter, so it was a shock to Sam and Cas that you had gotten together with Dean.

Just stop you crying, it’s a sign of the times

We gotta get away from here

 We gotta get away from here

He didn’t come to the funeral. He was dressed in his usual jeans and shirt drinking down half of a bottle of whiskey. He threw the bottle on the creaking motel bed, got up and grabbed his gun. He didn’t care he could barely see the road or that the rage in him had him driving 40 over the speed limit he wanted it all to end. 

Just stop you crying, it’ll be alright

They told me that the end is near

We gotta get away from here

He pulled up to the cliff on the outskirts of Arkansas. Pulled out two glasses and a fresh bottle of whiskey, and sat on the hood of the muddy Impala. He pour himself a glass and filled the second. A child’s bike road up next to the Impala. A woman stepped off dressed in jeans and t-shirt similar to Dean’s. Your (h/c) blew a bit as you turned your head to meet Dean’s eyes. “Thank you.” He tipped his head, grabbed your hand and pulled you into a passionate kiss. “Let’s get out of here”

We gotta get away

We gotta get away 

We got to run

A/N 

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