The Fool (Pt. 1)
Summary: Sam’s in the cage leaving his brother to try to find a normal life with Lisa, and his girlfriend (Y/N) to try and figure out how to cope with his loss. You never knew it, but Dean had been in love with you too… and now is when you find out.
Characters: Dean Winchesters, Lisa Braeden, Samifer, and Reader. Mentioned: Sam Winchester, Ben Braeden.
Word Count: 2,110
Warnings: Oh this mini-series is going to have so much angst. I’m so sorry everyone. This part is SFW though. Also…smallish cliffhanger?
Author’s Note: This fic has been so long in the making, I’m sure most everyone will have forgotten that I originally teased in back in January of 2017, when I re-heard Lee Ann Womack’s “The Fool” and this fic idea plopped into my brain. Go listen. It’s beautiful, and I stole almost every line of the lyrics in this fic (they’re italicized). The one person I know for sure who has not forgotten this idea is my dear friend Jessie, @plaidstiel-wormstache, who has been enthusiastically persuading me to type it since the first tease. Yesterday was her birthday, and me finally putting out the first part of what will most likely be a 3 part (or more) series, is her belated birthday present. Love you, Jessie! I hope this lives up to your expectations.
THE FOOL MASTERLIST
Bobby’s neck was snapped. Castiel—he was in fragments everywhere. Y/N had been thrown across the graveyard, her head colliding with a gravestone.
And all by the archangel wearing his baby brother.
The same archangel that had him pinned against the Impala, punching him again and again.
“Sammy, it’s okay. It’s okay, I’m here. I’m here. I’m not gonna leave you.”
It was all Dean could think of to get through to Sammy. To distract him from the fact that everyone else that he loved was dead.
He could only focus on Sam, on trying to get him back. Just for a moment. Just long enough to save what was left of the world.
“I’m not gonna leave you!”
And then there was a moment. An impossibly long moment where Sam—Lucifer, stopped. Just stopped, staring behind Dean.
And he knew. Even before Sam started talking again, that his brother was back.
Dean knew before he put the ring on, before he said the incantation, before Michael showed up to challenge him.
Before he took one last look at the crumpled figure of his girlfriend, Y/N, and spread his arms, Dean knew and finally accepted that his brother was going to go into the Cage to save the world.
And Dean was left there, surrounded by the bodies. He was bloodied and broken in the worst way over the spot where Sam had disappeared, helpless and lost.
Cass came back. He saved Bobby and Y/N. They three of them helped him get up, clean up.
Cass went back to heaven. Bobby went home, said he had to call a lot of hunters and give them updates. Y/N stayed with him for a while, numb. Dean tried to comfort her, but she was… empty. Without Sam, without even a hope for Sam, Dean hardly recognized the woman for whom he’d carried a secret torch for ever since his brother had introduced them. When he tried to reach out, she retreated.
So, he did the same. He left, went to lick his wounds by moving in with Lisa and Ben. Like Sam had asked him to.
He left hunting, tried for the apple-pie-life.
But he never forgot his brother. Or Y/N.
