Never Say Goodbye - Bonus Track #2
Pairing: Dean x Female ReaderÂ
Summary: The first time you and Dean sensed each otherâs 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] (18+)
AN: Did I say two parts? I meant three lol. (It got too long, Iâm sorry.)Â
Word Count: 4,300
Tags/Warnings: Angst, supernatural shenanigans, deathâŠ
Bonus Track #2: One Last Hunt
âOkay, try not to panic,â Sam said. Dean had him on the phone while he sped through town in the Impala.Â
âIâm coming now, but I wonât get there for a few hours,â Sam said. âMy flight leaves in 20 minutes.â
âThanks, man, but I canât afford to wait,â Dean said. âShe fucking disappeared. I donât see her anywhereâŠIâm gonna have to start at her job. Thatâs where she first took off from.â
âHow did she seem this morning?â
âFine, I guess. I left before she woke up,â Dean said. He still felt guilty about the fact that he didnât bother waking you up to say goodbye.Â
âOkay, yeah, start at the museum,â Sam said. âLet me know what you find, and Iâd loop in Bobby. Probably Jack too.â
âBobbyâs meeting me thereâŠbut we donât need to bring in Jack yet.â
âDean, heâs her dadââ
âThis isnât his thing. Itâs ours,â Dean said firmly. âIf itâs a demon, Iâm gonna find her and exorcize that son of a bitch.â
Sure enough, Bobby met Dean at the museum where you worked. The old man was worried, Dean could tell, even if he wouldnât say it. But he knew the drill: now they had a job to do.
âIâll go in first, flash my badge,â Dean said. âMeet me in the library.â
âRoger that,â Bobby agreed.Â
Dean had a decent rapport with your boss, Jerry. When he explained that you were actually missing, Jerry was concerned for your wellbeing instead of irate that youâd taken a very valuable book from the museum.Â
It gave Dean a theory to lie about on the fly: that youâd been mugged and taken hostage, presumably by someone who mightâve wanted to steal the ancient text.Â
âHow ancient are we talking exactly?â Dean asked.
Jerry gave him a look. âAncient Egypt.â
He showed you the inventory log on the new shipment you were supposed to compile into the system. The title missing from the rest was called The Eye of Ra.Â
âAll right. Thanks, Jerry,â Dean said. âAnything else you can tell me about this book?â
âItâs a recording of the great deeds of the Ancient Egyptian gods and goddesses,â Jerry explained. âIt was said to be touched by Ra himself.â
Touched by Ra, Dean mused. Ainât that just fucking swell.Â
Whatever happened to you, Dean knew it was because you touched that book.
For the next few hours, Dean and Bobby worked together on deeper research in the library. Now that they had a starting point, Bobby was able to find some intel.Â
âThe Eye of Ra was actually a nickname,â he said, earning Deanâs attention. âFor Sekhmet, their goddess of war.â
Deanâs brows furrowed at that. âWhyâs it never the goddess of peace and fucking tranquility?â
âAmong other things, she was the daughter of Ra,â Bobby said, raising a wry brow. âAnd she was known as the bringer of plagues and deathâŠand sometimes healing. Go figure.â
Fucking hell, Dean thought sourly. This was getting worse by the minute.Â
âOkay, what does this have to do with the book?â he asked. Though he had some idea.
âWell, she ainât been alive in a millennium. But she had a husband. The god Ptah, a craftsman,â Bobby said. âAccording to this, when he was eventually killed, she sealed her soul away until she could find a way to rescue him from the underworldâŠIâve gotta think she sealed it in that book.â
Dean sighed, rubbing the now aching spot between his brows. An ancient Egyptian goddess was most likely possessing his fiancĂ©.Â
And it was much worse than it sounded on paper.
âOkay, which means sheâll be looking for a way to bring back her husband,â he said. âSo how do we find her?âÂ
Just then, the police radio buckled to Deanâs belt sounded off. When he listened closely, his eyes grew wide. It was a report of five murders committed at a nearby gas station.Â
Dean pulled up to the local 7-Eleven. Bobby was on the way, but heâd been caught up in traffic while Dean was allowed to use his police siren to his advantage.Â
He then used his badge clearance to get behind the yellow tape and over to Jack, who was still on duty.Â
Dean stepped inside the gas station and surveyed the brutal scene: the nice old man who owned the place, plus four patrons were lying dead.Â
Their skin was covered with boils.
Jack wore a disconcerted frown along with his crossed arms in his police jacket.Â
âItâs almostâŠbiblical,â he remarked.Â
Dean knew just how right he was. Jack seemed to know that too when he glanced over.
âIs this your kind of thing?â he asked.Â
Dean nodded. âI might know whatâs going on here. Letâs check the security footageâŠbut no one else can see it but you and me.â
Jack nodded, leading Dean to the back of the store. Jack was shocked by what he found in the footage. Dean watched grimly, but not surprised as you came into the frame. You tilted your head at the owner, who seemed to ask you something.Â
You raised a hand, and with a flare of magic, everyone in the station was cowering and screaming as a plague of boils covered their bodies, and eventually ended their lives.Â
âChrist,â Jack gasped. âWhat the hellââ
âItâs not her,â Dean told him. âSheâs being possessed. Iâll handle this, Jack. Just make sure this footage gets buried, along with whatever prints she mightâve left behind.â
Jack barely had time to agree. As if that kind of thing was so easy. He called after Dean as he took off out of the station.Â
Dean didnât see Bobby yet when he got outside, but he didnât have time to wait.Â
However, he did spot someone familiar hanging out in front of the department store across the street. Dean jogged across and raised a hand to flag down Jessie Deluca.Â
The kid was gnawing on what looked like a melting Butterfinger. He groaned in annoyance when he saw Dean coming.
âNot you again,â he muttered.
âYeah, me again,â Dean said. âYou been standing out here long?â
âLook, grandpa. Iâm just chillinâ here,â the kid sassed. It sparked Deanâs irritation, as well as his impatience.
âI donât give two shits if youâre contemplating the great Butterfinger Heist of 2008, all right?â Dean pointed back to the gas station. âYou see that?â
Jessieâs expression faded from some of its assholeness, becoming more solemn. âYeah, I heard someone died or something.â
âThatâs right,â Dean nodded. âDid you see anyone walk out of the station?â
âNo,â Jessie said. But Dean could tell it was a reflex, not the truth.Â
âListen, Jessie. I need your help,â he said, more earnestly. âIâm trying to find someone. So if you know anything, I need you to tell me right now. Please.âÂ
Dean stared down in the kidâs brown eyes. Eventually, Jessie relented.Â
âWhen I came out of the store here, I saw some business lady walk out. I think, after it had all just gone down,â Jessie confessed. âShe looked fine.â
Dean sighed and nodded. âOkay. Whatâd she look like?â
âUhâŠblack skirt. Great legs,â Jessie said, his lips curving a little. Dean raised a brow.Â
âAnything else?â he asked wryly.Â
âWhite blouse, heelsâŠactually, she kinda looked familiar,â Jessie added as he thought harder about it.Â
âGood. Now tell me what direction she went in,â Dean said. Jessie nodded and pointed him down the street.Â
âI think she went down there. I saw her turn the corner.â
âWhere? What street?âÂ
âDude, I donât know!â
âThen show me,â Dean insisted. He grabbed Jessie by the shoulder and guided him forward. The kid looked annoyed, but he begrudgingly agreed to lead him down the street. The two of them walked brusquely, with Jessie trying to match Deanâs longer strides.Â
Dean glanced over at his companion, who was still working on his Butterfinger.Â
âWhenâs the last time you ate something that wasnât covered in chocolate?â he asked. Jessie didnât look at him when he shrugged. His winter jacket hung off his skinny shoulders, making him look ten rather than thirteen. Deanâs heart twinged.
âListen, next time youâre itching to knock over a department store for KitKats, come by the station,â Dean said. âFind me or my partner Jody Mills. Or even my boss, Jack. Weâll get you a burger or something.â
Jessie briefly looked up at him, but all too soon, his gaze returned to the ground.Â
âWhat do you care?â he said.Â
âMaybe I know something about having to fend for yourself,â said Dean. âSometimes going hungry, not knowing when somebodyâs gonna come back for you.â
Jessieâs jaw clenched. He didnât answer, but Dean hoped heâd gotten through to him.
Jessie led him around the corner at the street he thought he saw you turn down. He and Dean didnât have to walk too much farther before he found you through the window of a bakery, of all things.Â
âWhat the hell?â Dean muttered.
He pulled Jessie to the wall by the window for safety, but both of them snuck a peek inside.Â
You were once again wielding magic to spread a plague of boils across an entire room of screaming, agonized patrons just trying to get their donuts and cream pies.Â
Jessie started to utter a cry of alarm, but Dean quickly covered the kidâs mouth with his hand and pulled him back to his side. Dean waited, stock still, until the screaming inside the bakery subsided.
He looked down at Jessie and raised a finger to his lips. Though he was scared, Jessie nodded. Dean led him around the corner into an alley beside the bakery. Â
âWhatâŠthe fuck was that?â Jessie hissed.Â
âKeep your voice down,â Dean warned.Â
Then suddenly, it donned on the kid as he looked up at Dean. âOh, shit. Thatâs your freakinâ girlfriend.â
Dean let out a sharp sigh. âItâs not herâŠexactly.â
He knew Jessie didnât understand. Dean sighed again and grasped Jessieâs shoulders.Â
âLook, youâre right to be scared. Thereâs something evil in thereâŠthatâs why Iâve gotta save her,â he said. âNow you, youâre gonna run. And donât look back until youâre home, got it?â
After a moment, Jessie nodded shakily. Dean nodded back, patting him firmly on his shoulders.Â
âGood man,â he said. âOkay, scram.â
Jessie seemed reluctant, like he felt some type of way about leaving Dean behind. But at Deanâs encouraging look, Jessie took off running. Dean hoped he headed straight home.
Then, rolling his shoulders, Dean braced himself. He drew his gun, which was filled with silver bullets. He didnât think it would work on an Egyptian goddess, nor did he want to pull a gun on you. But for the threat of it alone, he would have to draw it with the safety on.Â
He entered the bakery, where you were perusing the selections with a dispassionate look. All around you was death.Â
But you perked up when Dean entered, eyeing him curiously in recognition.Â
âFeelinâ a snack?â he asked.Â
âI have been asleep for a very long time,â you replied, holding up a pastry. âWhat is this confection?â
âCherry Danish,â Dean supplied. âYouâre Sekhmet, right?âÂ
Your lips twitched. âYou know of me?â
âI do now,â he said, carefully stepping further into the bakery with his gun pointed down, avoiding stepping on the bodies. He noticed the book you left closed on the counter. The goddess saw him noticing. Her gaze cut to him in amusement.
âWhyâd you kill these people?â Dean asked. âDidnât bow down at the right angle?â
âAmong all of my brothers and sisters, I alone was favored by my father,â she said, âbecause my job was to balance the world, between life and the afterlife.â
Sekhmet brushed her fingers against a glass case, and with a small spark of magic, the glass cracked into thousands of fractals, but didnât shatter.Â
âAnd I did exceedingly well at this,â she said. âThough I see that my work has been undone. This world is rife with imbalance.â
âMass genocide. Nice,â Dean quipped. âBut thatâs not all you want, is it?â
Sekhmetâs head tilted at him with reluctant interest.Â
âI heard youâre looking for your husband, who went an offed himself,â he added.Â
The goddessâs lips pursed and she slapped a hand on the glass counter, making it shatter. Dean turned and shielded his eyes with his arm. By the time he recovered, Sekhmet was coming around the counter. He took a few cautious steps in the opposite direction.
âMy husband was unjustly slain by the very people who once worshipped us in droves,â she said, her tone exacting and harsh. Her eyes, however, were heavy with fury and pain.Â
âHe was an artist. A creator in purest formâŠhis talents were wasted on this abomination of a world,â she said, with disgust at her surroundings. But as soon as her anger came, it diffused into exasperation.Â
She picked up a glazed donut and took a bite, crossing her arms. She hummed in delight, making Deanâs brows raise.Â
âWell, I can help you find him,â Dean said. It was a bluff, to be sure, but it still earned Sekhmetâs attention.
âCan you?â she asked in amusement. She didnât believe him. Yet. But she drew closer to Dean, tilting her head just so. All the while, Dean inched towards the far end of the counter where The Eye of Ra had fallen to the ground.Â
âAnd after, you let my girl go,â he said.
âYou know of a way to reach the Underworld?â Sekhmetâs gaze roamed over him in disdain. âUnlikely.â
âWell, Iâd call it a gate to Hell. But same difference, right?â Dean quipped.
The second he tried to reach down for the book, however, Sekhmet pinned him in place with a vibrant amber coil of magic. Dean grunted as she forced him to the ground, onto his knees between the bodies of a young man and woman, likely a couple.Â
The goddess stopped in front of him, looking down at his face with interest.Â
âDean Winchester, as you are called. I understand why you continue to display such reckless judgment, all but throwing your very life at my feet,â she said. Her lips curved knowingly. âI hold your lover, correct?â
She harshly grabbed his cheek in her hand, and Dean glared in response. She seemed to ponder something as she considered him.
âSoon to be your wife,â she realized.
And Dean had a feeling she was in your head, sorting through your thoughts and memories like any demon would. He didnât know what was worse: the thought of you being awake in there, unable to fight this bitchâs hold, or if Sekhmet had completely taken over your body and shut you away.Â
âJust let her go,â Dean said, almost pleading. âYou can have me. I wonât even fight you.â
âSuch self-sacrifice,â she said. âThe only noble act humans are capable of.â
Before she could decide whether to kill him, or keep him for further amusement, the front door of the bakery swung open.
Bobby came in first, followed closely by Sam and Eileen.Â
Bobby was holding a damn crossbow, which he aimed and shot off at Sekhmet. It was a warning shot, just grazing her shoulder. But it burned her with a sting of flesh that made her hiss in pain. She glared up at Bobby, and after grabbing the book before Sam could, she disappeared in a whirlwind of magic.
The coil holding Dean in place shattered, allowing Dean to catch his break and get to his feet, with Samâs help. Dean had to admit, it was good to see his brother.Â
âYou okay?â Sam asked. Dean reached over and pat the other manâs shoulder.Â
âIâm good,â he said, though with a sigh that belied his weariness. âHey, Eileen. Thanks for making it to the party.â
The pretty brunette offered him a sympathetic smile, rubbing his arm. âWe came as soon as we could.â Â
Dean nodded and turned to Bobby, who still held his crossbow. He wasnât happy about the old man shooting at you, but he recognized that it had saved his life.
âWhyâd that thing hurt her?â he asked.Â
âThe arrowâs dipped in a potent mix of salt from the Dead SeaâŠand Egyptian wine, among other things,â Bobby replied.Â
Dean frowned in confusion. âWhy the fuck?â
âAccording to the lore, Sekhmet could be subdued with alcohol,â Sam explained.Â
âGreat, weâll just get her drunk and all our problems will be solved,â Dean quipped dryly. He grabbed the radio from his belt. His gaze returned to the dead bodies on the floor with dismay.Â
âIâve gotta call this in. Bobby, get the security tapes.â
After Dean finished calling in the deaths to his precinct, he shared a disheartened look with Sam, who grasped his shoulder in support.
âWeâre gonna find her, all right?â
They regrouped at Bobbyâs house once Jack took over at the bakery. Now the three men and Eileen were congregated in the living room, trying to decide on their next move.Â
âYou told her about the Hell gate?!â Sam said incredulously.Â
âDamn it, Dean!â Bobby slapped the coffee table in exasperation.Â
âAll right, lay off! I was improvising under fucking duress,â Dean snapped. âAt least we know where sheâll probably go next, assuming she finds out where the gate is.â
âSheâs a goddess, Dean. One of the oldest and most powerful in ancient history. Iâm sure she can figure it out,â Sam said, rubbing at his tired eyes.
And, as Dean remembered, Sekhmet was rooting around in your head. Sheâd find the gate for sure.
Eileen looked between the brothers, clearly worried. Sam had told her about what you, him, and Dean had gone through to close that damn gate to Hell last year.Â
âSo how do we stop her?â Dean asked. Without hurting you, was implicit. Bobby heaved a sigh.
âWe gotta burn that damn book,â Bobby said. âBut weâll need to be smart about it.â
So that was how the four of them ended up driving to southern Wyoming. They stopped along the crossroads by the train tracks, and ventured in on foot into the very clearing where their final battle against Yellow Eyes took place.
Dean thought heâd be able to put his past behind him, but the universe clearly liked to kick him in the balls.
Evidence of this came when he saw you standing at Samuel Coltâs gravestone. Or rather, the goddess Sekhmet.Â
She was expending large forces of magic to try and open up the gate to Hell. The book that bound her soul lied on top of a nearby headstone.
Dean gestured for Sam, Eileen, and Bobby to hang back and fan out, while he stalked forward. Heâd changed out of his police uniform in favor of his familiar jeans, shirt, and a red plaid shirt, hoping that at least would help you focus on him, wherever you were deep inside your mind.Â
But he called out to Sekhmet from a (relatively) safe distance away.Â
âAre you stupid or something?â he mocked.Â
Sekhmet paused in her magic wielding. She craned her head over her shoulder at him in annoyance, with amber rings illuminating her eyes.Â
âThereâs only one thing that can open up that gate, and Iâve got it right here,â said Dean.Â
He pulled out the Colt from behind his back.Â
Sekhmetâs gaze narrowed on the gun, then at Dean with a slow smirk.
âWhy, by the gods, should I trust your foolishness?â she asked.Â
âBecause weâre about to make a trade,â Dean said. âThe gun for my girl. You let her go, or youâll never see your husband again. In this world, or the next.â
Dean pointed the gun at her and cocked the safety back. She didnât have to know the barrel was empty.Â
âYou cannot harm me, even if there was ammunition in that weapon,â Sekhmet replied knowingly.Â
She turned to him and reached out with a magic-fueled hand, but before she could grab Dean, Sam shot his own gun.Â
It deployed a net of rope that twined around her frame and held her in place. It was soaked with the same concoction Bobby shot her with in the bakery, and it made her fume with outrage.
It didnât completely weaken her though. Her hands were still free to fling Sam and Bobby away from her with magic.Â
She then turned to grip Eileen, who was nearly able to steal the book. And the goddess sent Eileen across the clearing, breaking a headstone as she fell.Â
Sam had been trying to pick himself up from the ground, but he gripped at his chest, feeling his soulmateâs pain. He scrambled over to her prone form on the ground and checked the cut along her hairline.Â
âEileen,â Sam called, pressing his hand to her cheek. He had one eye on her, and another on his brother.Â
Because meanwhile, Sekhmet had broken free of the ropes holding her captive with a cry of fury.Â
Just in time to grab Dean by the throat when he tried to surprise her from behind. She forced him down to his knees and smirked in satisfaction as Dean struggled against her hold.
He called your name, trying to reach you through the goddessâs hold on your mind.
âShe is gone from this world,â Sekhmet taunted. âThis is but a vessel for my eternal soul.â
âI donât fucking believe that,â Dean choked. âIf she was gone, Iâd know it. Deep in my bones Iâd know it.â
Her mouth twitched, but she seemed to enjoy the idea of slowly choking him to death. Or maybe, something was holding her back. Dean could only hope it was you, trying to break through.Â
He looked into your eyes and tried to find you through the cold disdain of a goddess.
âWhatever happens, Iâm not letting go,â he gritted out. He held tight to your wrist, on the hand wrapped around his throat.Â
âI love you, you know that?â he said. âFrom the startâŠyou closed the door in my face when I tried to kiss you. Teased me. Never took my shit. But you never left me either. No matter how hard it fucking got, you kept my feet on the ground. You never called it quitsâŠâcause we never say goodbye. Right, baby?â
Slowly, slowly, Sekhmetâs hard exterior faded. The amber rings of magic receded from your eyes, and the woman he loved was there again, softening your face into shock and horror.Â
You released your grip on Dean. He stumbled to the ground as he coughed and gasped for precious oxygen.Â
He straightened enough to grab your hand. You reached out for him instinctively.Â
âDean,â you said with shaking effort.
âIâve gotcha, sweetheart,â he said. He turned back to see his brother helping Eileen to her feet. âSam, the damn book!âÂ
Sam snapped to attention and quickly looked for The Eye of Ra. It had been knocked over from the headstone onto the ground. He grabbed it and fished out a lighter from his pocket.
Deanâs attention turned back to you when you squeezed his hands.
âI canât hold her for long,â you said tremulously. Your whole body was shaking. âSheâs so damn strongâŠâ
âItâs okay, weâre gonna fix this,â Dean said, brushing your hair back from your face.Â
You closed your eyes and gasped. But when you opened them once again, they were hard, and glowing with magic.Â
Sekhmet tossed Sam away from the headstone.Â
Dean tried to hold her back, but she backhanded him hard. Sekhmet followed where he fell. She reached out and gripped him by the neck again, this time choking him with a vengeance.Â
But then she gasped, as if in pain. She turned her head and found Sam with the book in one hand, and a lit match in the other. As the book started to burn, Sekhmet weakened.Â
Dean caught her before your body could hit the ground.Â
Sekhmet released a shaking breath; she gazed into the dimming sky, painted in its golden, amber hues, and knew that her soul was dying. Hot tears slipped down her cheeks.Â
Dean almost felt sorry for her. Or maybe it was the sight of your pained, weeping face that tugged at his heartstrings.
âYouâll just have to join your husband this time,â he said.
Sekhmetâs lips trembled, but she nodded. âThis world was never made for usâŠbut we shall soon be together for all eternity.â
She looked up at him with a rueful smile.Â
âYou understand,â she said. âA soul bond can never be destroyed.â
And with that, the haze of magic drained from your eyes as your body went limp.Â
Deanâs brows furrowed with worry as he called your name. Behind him, Sam helped Eileen draw near with a limping Bobby. All three watched with worry at Deanâs sideâŠuntil your eyes opened, revealing their natural hue.Â
You took in a tremulous breath. âDean.â
His eyes burned with emotion, but he closed them as he held you tight. All he could do was press his lips against your forehead in relief.Â
You clung to him right back, for as long as you needed to.Â
AN: Fun fact â According to Egyptian mythology, the only thing that could stop the goddess Sekhmet from ending humanity with bloodshed was by getting her drunk on beer, which had been dyed red to simulate blood (which she also liked to drink, apparently).Â
Egyptians (the survivors) would drink beer mixed with pomegranate juice and get drunk to celebrate not being killed dead. (Woo!)
Anyway, let me know if you enjoyed Part 2! All the fluff is coming in the finale of Part 3, very soonâŠ
Next Time:
Dean brings you home. The two of you figure out how to move on from here...
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