-The Finality-
Dean raised a trembling hand to his face, feeling the long gashes across his face that had just missed his eye. His vision was blurred, he could hardly see...
But he did. And what he saw caused him so much more pain than the rips and bruises all across his body.
Sammy was lying on the ground a few feet away, his shirt torn, three deep, ragged wounds ripped into his chest. His breathing was heavy and uneven, but growing fainter at a frightening pace.
Dean knew this was it. No escape. No more resurrections, no Cas to save them, no more cheating death. The Winchesters were officially screwed.
Blinking painfully, Dean smiled as well as he could at Sam.
Sam turned his head with a sickening crack to look at his brother.
"Dean."
Dean winced inside, but kept smiling. For his brother.
Sam's skin was deathly pale, and the light behind his eyes was fading, but he gasped out one word. One last word.
"Jerk."
Dean felt cold and empty as he watched through his death-blurred eyes. Sam's eyes were glazed open - his head hit the floor. A breath didn't stir in him.
Dean laid his head back, finally welcoming the darkness that danced at the edge of his vision.
"Bitch."
