Sams goodbye.
This is a bit after 8.6. Warning, Sam dies.
Dear Dean,
Yeah, I get it. Trust me I do, Benny was there and you still believe I didn't go looking for you. I bet you don't want to hear from me but I need to let you know the whole thing, at least enough so you realize that this wasn't your fault. Let's start from the beguning.
You see the thing is, I lied again. I did go looking for you, but you didn't know that. I needed you to think I didn't so you wouldn't blame yourself. You may be asking what would you be blaming yourself for, or how could you not depending on how you found this note.
You see I, for lack of better words, broke when you left. When you dispeared I started to see him again, I saw Lucifer. He would taunt me about you leaving and how I would never see you again. I tried to prove him wrong. The first three months I spent searching for you. I didn't know where you went so I looked. I ended up finding out from Crowley when he felt pity for me on afternoon. After this I spent three more months looking for something that could get you out of Purgatory.
I found two spells in the end. One that was suppose to get something that had your blood out of purgatory and the other that put a human portal in it. I tried the first one a week after finding it. Something went wrong and I got sick. Realy sick, so sick that I couldn't get out of bed for a week I called a hunters daughter who happened to be a nurse, her name was Amelia. Yeah Amelia was a real person. She told me I had monstra in morboand and that I should take a break from hunting. I listened, but that only lasted a few weeks. I went searching again, this time coming across that second spell. I did it, but with a price. I ended up in the hospital and was told I had a tumor but I knew what it really was.
The sickness, monstra in morboit, translates to sickness of the monster. This sickness it eats you from the inside. It is a slow but painful process. I was forced to sto hunting, I could hardly walk sometimes.
I was laying in a hospital bed when you called. I then ran, I ran to you. I didn't care how sucky the next few weeks I had left would be. I wanted to spent my last few weeks with you. So I did. Dean sence I will never be able to say this I want you to know that I love you and I'm sor-
~Dean~
Dean dropped the note and glanced down to his baby brother, his Sammy. He saw how there was dark circles under his brothers eyes and how pale his skin was. Dean crouched down near the body and grabbed one of his brothers hands and gently squeased it. He wished he could tell Sam that he was sorry, that he didn't mean it. He wished he could tell him that they were still brothers and that he would do anything to keep him with him, but the only thing he said was;
"Night Sammy."
Well that's it. I am sorry that it sucked, but I needed to get my feels out... Could have been worse. To clear things up he didn't kill himself. He litterly dropped dead.