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Heartless ~ Sam Winchester

Thuds are connected to when something falls. Bangs are connected to when something has hit the wall or whatever. Booms are connected with explosions. So why is beeping connected to our heartbeats? Or why is a flat, monotonous sound connected to our lives ending?

I'm also asking why these are my last thoughts. I thought they'd be more focused on the ones I loved despite my lifestyle. I had my Dad and best friends, and even a guy who I loved but didn't love me back.

The one I loved was in the ambulance with me before my heart stopped and was begging me to keep breathing and to stay with him, because he couldn't lose another person. When my heart stopped, he began sobbing and screaming as the paramedics pushed him back but they couldn't save me. I found my mom and she freaked out on me. "Y/N, why're you here?" She asked, studying me sadly. "Well, my heart condition finally stopped my heart," I replied sullenly, looking up at the face I hadn't seen in years.

"Well, you shouldn't be here. Bobby should've stayed for an hour so those boys didn't have to see this," she sighed, adding, "They'll never forget this and they'll be so paranoid. Especially that Sam kid." I laughed a little and said, "Well, it's not Dad's fault. Sam and Dean are my best friends though, so of course they won't forget." She laughed and said, "You gotta go back, Y/N." I nodded and said, "Okay."

She put two fingers to my forehead and the air flooded into my lungs but I struggled to regain my breath completely.
"Y/N?!" Sam shouted, pushing the EMT's away to be closer to me. I wish I could say something, but I have a tube down my throat. "Y/N, are you okay?" He asked, grabbing my hand. I used all of my strength to give him a 'what do you think?' kind of glare, but it felt weak. He chuckled a little in relief and so did the EMT's.

"Yeah, you're okay, sort of," he muttered sarcastically and I rolled my eyes tiredly and turned my head again.

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When I regained consciousness, I was in an actual hospital bed. I inhaled sleepily, fighting against my body to stretch and yawn without it hurting. I looked to my left and seen Sam and Dean, then to my right and seen my dad.

I studied his worn face and began to feel sad. He'd lost his wife and nearly lost his daughter; when would the world stop trying to take people he cared for from him? He has to realise though, that it must've been in God's plan, because my mother is one of the new angels and she said that I had to come back. There were no other options.

So what is my purpose here? To destroy everyone's lives? Or does God have something better planned? I'm hoping it's the last one because that way I'm doing something for the greater good rather than destroying everything for everyone.

I heard my dad shuffle next to me and I noticed his eyes were beginning to open. "Daddy?" I whispered brokenly, feeling six rather than sixteen. His eyes snapped open and he leaned forward in his chair. "Y/N," he whispered in return, his eyes flooding with tears as he squeezed my hand. "Baby girl, I thought you were gone," he whispered, reaching up with his other hand and wiping away the tears. "My reason for being sober for sixteen unbroken years, my other reason to keep going... gone," he whispered the last word brokenly.

"Daddy, even if I had died, you would've still had Sam and Dean. They're like sons to you, we all know that," I whispered, noticing that they were asleep. "I know, Y/N, but it wouldn't be the same," he muttered, leaning back a little but moved his chair closer so he didn't have to let go of my hand.

"That's harsh," I returned, and he gave me a pointed look, saying, "You know what I mean." He sighed and added, "Do you even know what happened?"