BigBrotherDean

For five years, she had been gone - disappeared without seemingly a trace, except for sulphur at her house, and everything left in a cluttered mess. No note, no way to contact her, nothing - zip, zilch, zero, nothing else that could prove useful. She knew that much, at least, but nothing else; she didn't know of anything that happened after she had been captured, nothing about the reaping community, nothing about the dog she had (cared for by a coworker), and nothing about her sweet, her beloved, her dearest Dean.

Many days and many nights in her cell had been spent trying to escape, which were met with brutal torture and deprivation of senses and sleep, she spent so often letting her anger getting the best of her, trashing whatever was with her, screaming, sobbing, banging on the walls and doors - but none of this quickened her release, in fact, it had been prolonged.

In that cell she had spent everyday angry at those who had imprisoned her, angry at everyone who hadn't rescued her, but also angry at herself - if she had fought just a little harder, then she might have made it out of that fight. She could have been with Dean for the past five years, instead of locked away in a cell for 23 hours a day, and this was something she would never forgive herself for - that she was sure Dean would never forgive her for. He was what kept her fighting everyday, what kept her alive, but part of her had to wonder if he had looked for her, if he had tried to find her - if he was with someone else now and happy. She didn't know for sure, and no one would tell her anything.


She had broken out on a cold, rainy Wednesday night, earning a stab wound in the process, but nonetheless escaping. It wasn't really even known how she did - for she had been so weak, so fragile from a lack of proper nutrition and exercise, that whatever she had done was a miracle to her, as was what she did next. In the pouring rain, she had walked hundreds of miles, managing a few burts of a reaper's agility, but with all her energy drained, she had to take a break after each attempt, and after nearly passing out, she was perfectly fine with stumbled sauntering.

At some point in the night, due to bloodloss, she had collapsed - probably 3 or 4 hours, but she couldn't really be sure. But, as soon as she awoke, she got right back to walking, and had made her way onto a route she remembered, but only vaguely. Her trail was taken through the car dealership parking lot, a sigh of relief taken in when she saw the impala, and then to the door. She leaned against the door frame, lowering her head as her hand raised, pressing the door and slowly, weakly, knocking three times. " Dean." she called out, voice hoarse. " Dean, i-it's me - I-I'm back.."

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don't fear the reaper ! hello yes yes you don't have to worry about matching length -
tbh i'd probably die if you did because wow i wrote more than i expected