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" -------- what d'ya think, Tasha?"

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          The anger boiled inside him.

                He was unable to contain it.

Without her, he was a savage animal, let loose to cause havoc, once again. His green eyes were filled with rage, his lips pressed into a thin line. He concentrated hard, not letting anything else fill his mind, other than the mission at hand.

He raised his right arm, his finger pulling the trigger on the gun immediately and he saw the man fall, from the corner of his eye. Dean quickly whipped around to face the man behind him. There were faint mechanical whirrs as the silver arm took hold of the man's firearm and ripped it from his grasp, looking him straight in the eye as he raised the gun to his head and pulled the trigger without a second thought.

The soldier heard the dull thud of the body hitting the ground, but he merely stepped over it. He had a goal in mind and he planned to fulfill it. No complications, no distractions.

          Business.

                Pure and simple.

He wasn't counting, but six more men soon laid on the ground in the path behind him, either dead or unconcious. He didn't toss a second glance to them. They were none of his concern.

Looking into his eyes now, you wouldn't see Dean Winchester. You wouldn't see a man who once loved and was loved himself. You wouldn't see a man who smiled or laughed. You would only see a machine, programmed to kill.

          You would see the Winter Soldier.

There were a few weak groans behind him and Dean stopped dead in his tracks, his grip tightening on his gun. As he turned around, he was ready to shoot.

          A gunshot rang out.

                Then a second.

                      But they didn't come from his gun.

He could see one of the men he thought dead lying among the others, holding a gun and staring at the soldier, giving a small sigh of relief.

It took him a moment, but the pain soon began to manifest deep in his middle, spreading like a fire. His breath caught in his throat for a moment before he glanced down at his abdomen. He could see a small streams of deep red blood dripping from the wounds.

He fell to his knees, giving a small cough before he took a deep breath. Dean tipped forward and caught himself with his hands, but he could feel his muscles growing weak through the pain. His eyes stared aimlessly at the ground before he pushed himself to fall on his side, then rolling onto his back. He took his hands and covered the bullet wounds, pressing lightly. His mouth opened in a silent cry of grief and pain.

Dean released the pressure and stared at the ceiling above him. He could feel his head spinning, his vision becoming blurry as he fought more and more to catch a breath.

"No..." was all he managed to whisper with a weak breath.

He closed his eyes tight in pain, waiting for it to get worse, but he could feel some of the pain lift almost instantly. His eyes opened again and he didn't beleive what he saw at first.

It was her.

She sat with him, cradeling his head and holding his hand tightly, smiling down at him. "Nata..sha," he breathed, managing a weak grin. Another wave of pain came over him and he shut his eyes again.

"You're safe now." Her voice comforted him, taking the pain away, leaving him in a dizzy bliss. "I've got you, Soldier."

Dean's eyes remained closed as he could feel his breathing begin to slow. "я тебя люблю."

"And I love you." His eyes opened to find her smiling down at him. "I'll always love you. And now we won't ever have to be apart."

More pain rushed through him before absolute peace came over him. He could hear his blood pounding in his ears, but the beating soon slowed to a stop and his could felt his last breath leave his body.

          Silence.

                Darkness.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself staring a familiar ceiling. The soldier's brow furrowed before he sat up in the bed, looking around in confusion. He saw someone stir in the bed beside him from the corner of his eye and his head turned, just as the figure rolled over.

He was greeted by bright eyes and a tired smile. "Morning," Natasha said. "Did you sleep okay?"

Dean swallowed and thought for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I... I just had a weird dream."

Natasha sat up and looked at him with a comforting gaze. "It was just a dream," she promised him. "You don't need to worry about it anymore."

His head turned to look her in the face. He still felt...in the dark about what was happening, but Natasha had soon leaned forward and given him a quick kiss. She then pulled away and said, "I'm going to go make coffee."

He smiled at her and nodded. "I'll be out in a minute." He watched her get out of bed and leave the room before he let out a breath and looked around the room once last night.

He didn't feel quite as confused as he felt peaceful.

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