Who: Jubilee & Dean (Possibly Sam & Jo too?) Where: City streets When: Directly after this. What: A crying Jubilee, a confrontation. Status: Incomplete Rating: TBA
Jubilee had taken off running, leaving that blonde woman behind her. She didn't want to think about it, she didn't want to consider that Dean was going to die. That he was going to go to hell and leave Sam and her behind. She couldn't let it happen, there had to be some way to fix it. There just had to be. She couldn't let him die. Not so much for herself, but because he had a life, he had a family. He had something to live for. He wasn't a freak who got crucified on the front of their old school because they were a mutant.
She ran and ran, looking for Dean, she wasn't sure how she was going to find him while she moved so fast, but somehow, she would find him. Somehow, she'd find him and cling to him, and she'd hope that if she held on long and hard enough, if she cried enough, and if she loved him enough, somehow she'd fix it. Finally she just couldn't run anymore, she couldn't keep running and she stopped, and leaned against a wall.
Everything hurt, from the inside out. It hurt more than anything, the fact that he was going to hell. The fact that he was leaving everything good, beautiful, and wonderful in the world behind. He'd never hear the sound of the bird's sing when he went there. He'd never, if Sam had kids, see his nieces or nephews grow up. She took a deep breath and wiped her eyes, and her face. She started to walk now, keeping her pace as calm as she possibly could. She wasn't mad at him for not telling her, she was hurt.
"Dean?" She called out, while she continued to look for him. She had to find him, she had to tell him that she'd fix it somehow, that everything would be okay. She didn't know how she was going to do it, but maybe Wanda could. Maybe Wanda could find someway to fix it, to the energies around Dean, and Sam, and make it so those things couldn't find them. Make it so that the deal never happened and whatever had caused Dean to make the deal never happened. She could see if she could do it, but she wasn't sure if Wanda's powers were so precise in their nature.
Her throat closed up when she tried to call out for him again. He wasn't that far ahead of her. At least, she was pretty sure that was his leather jacket she saw. When she got close enough, she knew it was, and she took off at a run, her arms going about him from behind. "Dean."