The Curse of the Phoenix

Crashing down in a billow of toxic black fumes, (y/n)'s weakened form collapses against the gravel roof of a trauma center. She was still healing from her injuries, bones jutting out beneath her skin in abnormal shapes, t-shirt messily holding back the intestines threatening to spill out from the gaping hole in her stomach. She was a mess, but at least she still had some adrenaline. Her hands dig helplessly into the jagged rocks beneath her as she slowly lifts her aching body up, fingernails engraving the concrete. Glowing white eyes fading back to their original (e/c), the Phoenix clumsily rises to her own feet. She was human again, mind racing as she frantically searched the rooftop. This is where she saw the boy's drive. This was where the man her heart ached for was

"Bobby..." The name that passes her lips acts like a switch for the girl, her trembling legs carrying her body towards the exit as her boots kick up the bloodied rocks beneath her feet. Shoving her shoulder into the thick metal, the door swings open, hinges creaking and snapping at the frame as she leaps down the entire first flight. The already fractured bones in her legs shatter upon the impact, (y/n) stumbling forward to catch herself on the brick wall across from her. Biting her lip, she holds back the scream threatening to tear through her throat, watering (e/c) eyes scanning the world of white behind the small glass window on the door in front of her.

"Just a little further..." She hisses out to herself, willing her battered body to move forward, shards of bone tearing through her flesh as she walks. If she was going to make it to Bobby and the boys without any distractions, she needed to look like she was okay. Bracing herself, sharp intake of breath filling her suspected punctured lungs, (y/n) creeps out into the blinding white hallways. Doctors pass her as she stands tall, forcing herself to walk as normally as she can without an animal-like wail leaving her lips, and pulling her flannel to hug her blood-stained body tightly. The minutes that pass are excruciating, her body moving slowly down the halls until she's finally turning a corner. Her (e/c) eyes widen, tears brimming her lash line

"(y/n)?" There, tiredly hunched over on a bench outside of one of the hospital rooms, were the boys she was afraid she was never going to see again. Shattered legs, spilling guts, and blood stained clothes or not, her body instinctively runs towards the hunters. The pain subsides for a brief moment as she sprints across the hall, body collapsing into their arms when they stand to greet her. Dean and Sam seem to hold onto her for dear life, almost as if afraid that she'd disappear. Silence falls upon the group as they embrace each other, the world drowned out by the boy's heartbeats as she presses her ears against their chests. They were here. They were alive. They were together. Dean, pulling away, holds her bloodied face in his hands, green eyes frantically searching hers

"Why the hell didn't you stay back, dammit!" He shouts in frustration, his lips trembling slightly as he continues, "We saw what they did to you, (y/n), we thought you were a goner!

"I-I'm sorry, I thought I could handle it-"

"Sorry doesn't cut it, (y/n), you need to start taking better care of yourself-" He demands, his hands shaking as he moves them down to grip her shoulders, "-you can't just throw away your life like it doesn't matter cause' it does!"

"I'm here now, Dean, it's okay, I'm okay...I promise" She replies gently, hand reaching up to caress his stubbled face for a moment before she's turning to Sam to pull him into another comforting hug. His body trembles against hers, chin resting on top of her disheveled (h/c) locks.

"(y/n), we thought we lost you too..." Sam adds quietly, voice barely a whisper as he pulls away slowly from her. His blue eyes filled with intense grief as he met her gaze. It's then her heart seems to stop, chest tightening when she replays the sentence in her throbbing mind. Dean and Sam avoid her narrowed eyes as she searches their faces, finding the dark blue sadness washing over their bodies as they stand in front of her.

"What do you mean...'too'?"

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Born from a pile of black soot, the Phoenix rose from her predecessors remains as the crystal like moon shone above her, streams of it's cooling light bathing her elegant form as she spread her golden wings. With skin of molten magma and eyes like flickering flames, the creature was reborn into the night with the intent of outliving all that walked the Earth. What she would not realize until decades later, was that this immortality was never meant to be a gift from her mother. It was a cruel curse. One made from a darkened heart and grinning eyes.

For a monster like her, Death was something to admire for they'll never be able to meet one another in the ways that matter. Sunken eyes and frigid fingers, he greets others with a reassuring embrace when they've completed their journey, comforting them gently as they sob into his arms. Although they are fearful of his chilling call, voice soothing as he beckons, they almost always end up being pulled to the other side for it is there they are able to write their epilogues. For years, she admired him, applauding his work as his bony fingers slowly swept away the human race. That is, until the year of 2012.

During this year, the Phoenix, a monster who spent her life shielding her heart from any and all beings, will find herself longing to cherish a group of men. A pair of brothers and their father figure who offer their comforting arms and hearts of gold to the creature who never knew what 'family' meant until that fateful year. It's during this time that the Phoenix will lose her admiration for the reaper and begin to fear the one they call Death. His presence ever growing as his shadows haunt the corners of her mind, body trembling at the realization that her mother's gift would bring nothing but heart-wrenching agony when he inevitably visits the people she grew to love. This was the curse of the Phoenix. A life lived until the end of time as she drowns in her own tears of anguish upon watching the one's around her disappear in the haunting breeze of certainty.

Bobby Singer. The first stone to sink in the ocean of sorrow that suffocated (y/n)'s thoughts. Grief. The ripples in the water that transformed into waves as they crashed upon her shores. Staring down at the smoldering pile of ashes before her, (y/n) finds herself shedding silent tears upon realizing an excruciatingly painful fact she'd been avoiding.

She never got to say goodbye