It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go

It was edging more toward the end of the hour they received to collect their dead and Seamus and Dean were still finding bodies. A body – a girl by the looks – was too far bloodied for an identification to be made right away. Yet, despite all the blood, the girl was still breathing shallowly, as if she was willing herself to withstand the pain just to see someone, anyone before dying.

Trying to find something to identify her by, Seamus allowed his eyes to look over the body – once, twice, but by the third time his heart was in his throat. The diamond ring that sparkled on her left hand looked oddly familiar; exactly like the ring he had given his girlfriend – no, fiancé – a few days back.

Seamus dropped to his knees beside her, motioning for Dean to get help. He took her hand in his, whispering, hopefully, comforting words in her ear as he attempted to get her to hang on. Somewhere deep down, he knew that it was her. He was practically begging her to hang on, that help would be there soon enough.

But soon enough wasn't soon enough. The light grip she held on his hand loosened and her breathing became shallower. He willed back the tears that stung the back of his eyes; crying wasn't going to comfort her now. Her brown eyes closed as she found she couldn't hold on any longer.

By the time that Dean had returned with a Healer, she was already gone. Seamus wanted to growl, yell, scream, but he knew none of that would help him at this moment. Leaving her hands on her mangled stomach, he stood up. His hands and clothes were stained with her blood and he's sure her blood would always stain his skin, but that didn't matter.

Before turning away, Seamus looked down at her one last time and whispered, "Later." Later he would mourn for her. Later he would cry, scream, break things; but for now, they were in the middle of a war. Mourning wasn't acceptable when more lives were on the line. He had to put his anger away and focus on the task at hand.

Only when the war was over did Seamus ever mourn for her, for anybody. He sought comfort in Dean's presence. Dean just sat there, letting Seamus shed silent tears, knowing how bad Seamus felt at that moment. He knew that Seamus was going to marry her when it was all over. But war has a way of severing families and taking loved ones. So, all Dean could do was whisper reassuring words and let Seamus cry to his heart's content.

A/n – This was really angst; well, more than I expected it to be. This was written for the Out Of Your Comfort Zone challenge and the One Word challenge – both of which are on the HPFC.

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