Disclaimer: I did not create Supernatural. That was Eric Kripke, I also don't own Supernatural. So anything you recognize is indeed being borrowed.
Trigger Warning: This fic contains character deaths, and reflection thereof.
Author's Note: This is how I've imagined the end of Supernatural. Written After Season 8 Episode 6: Southern Comfort, but shouldn't be spoilerific, so..
In The End
In the end, they went down together. Like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kidd.
It wasn't epic, they didn't go down in a hail of bullets and fire, they didn't sacrifice themselves for the other's one advantage.
Instead, they died for those nameless victims of the supernatural, who they used to save weekly, driving around, hunting things, saving people, the family business.
The details don't matter much, they saved at least six lives immediately with their actions, and as a result, over 30 people.
In those last moments of Dean's life, as he lay, bleeding out, his last thoughts were about whether or not Sammy was going to make it out.
Sammy was around 100 yards away at that moment, fighting back evil, begging the innocents to run far and as fast as possible.
Sam was unaware of Dean's final heartbeat, of his breathes getting shorter, the sweat coating his skin worked up with the effort of trying to stay, to hold on, to help Sammy. Of his body, having suffered too much blood loss being unwilling to let him move, of his body relaxing, muscles loosening as his death came closer, his head lolling to the side, still being a man, too young to die. His job, left unfinished.
Sam fought back the demons, even after all the innocents ran out, determined to take some with him. Dean wasn't there to pull him away, like they both tended to do, when one wanted to finish the fight and the other knew that the fight, if continued, was bound to finish them.
When Sam was struck with that fatal blow, his mind flashed too, thoughts of his big brother, Dean, who had already gone, wondering where Dean was, why he had been fighting alone. As he fell back, his blood seeping out, his life slipping away, he spotted off in the distance, only 50 yards out, his brother, with his eyes opened, splayed out in a way that had to be uncomfortable, blood dried on his mouth, and he knew, that the only way that Dean would ever leave him, is if he couldn't help it.
That's how it ended.
Not in a big action sequence, jumping out of the way of an explosion like some Bruce Willis movie.
Quiet.
Unnoticed.
And Finally,
Some Peace.