For The Good Times
A/N: Rewrite for the final scene, inspired by the Johnny Cash song
Episode: No Rest For The Wicked
POV: Dean
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The grandfather clock struck midnight; Sam looked over at me, his face covered in tears. I wanted to tell him it was all right, but I could barely open my mouth to choke out the words.
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It struck again, "Don't look so sad, I know my time is over." I tried to speak again, but was left with a teary sigh. I could hear the hellhounds barking but all I was focused was trying to stop Sammy from crying. I saw the hounds as they broke passed the door, Sam's face turned to panic as they pulled me to the ground. I couldn't see his face now, but I could hear his screaming, he was yelling louder than I was. Finally I saw the hounds backing away, as if they were showing me mercy. A wave of pain washed over my entire body, every cut, every bite, could be felt. Within a second Sammy had lifted up my head, his tears dripping down on my face.
"Come, on Dean! Stay with me!" he gently tried to keep me awake.
"Sammy," I choke out the first words in minutes. He kept talking, but I couldn't hear any of it. "Sammy just do me a favor." He replied but I still couldn't make it out. "Just remember the good times, ok?" Soon silence was accompanied by the cold darkness that engulfed my view. "Bye Sam."
NO POV
Dean's body grew limp in Sam's arms. "Dean! Dean!" Sam screams began to become quiet whimpers as he cradled Dean's body.