Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or the characters.
A/N: This little peace of crap is what you get when I think about a poem I have written and then thinking about the end of the world that should come December 21st 2012. So I hope you will enjoy and don't forget to leave a review. =)
When the sun dies
December 21st 2012. 6.30pm:
"Dean?" Sam said looking at his brother with a sad smile.
"What!?" Dean snapped.
"We can't save everyone."
"No, but I should have tried harder. She was only 16. 16, Sam. She had her whole life in front of her. I should have saved her. I could have saved her." Dean had tears in his eyes.
"But at what cost? You saw what the Daeva did to that girl, Dean. If you had tried to do anything more both she and you would be dead. Or you both would be dying in some old crappy hospital begging for your life's to end. Is that what you want?"
"Of course not. I just…"
"Yeah, Dean. I know you wished you could have saved her. You have said that already. But you can't save everyone. And the sooner you realize that the better it is."
Without saying anything Dean just took his jacket and left the motel room. Sam didn't try to stop him, he didn't have too. He knew that Dean would come back after a couple of hours at the local pub.
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December 21st 2012. 7.30pm:
Sam looked outside the window and saw the snow slowly falling outside. That was weird. It hadn't snowed in weeks and the sun had been standing high for months. Ever since the shift between 2011 and 2012 the sun had been up 24/7 making Sam and Dean's work hard. So how come it was snowing and dark outside. And why was it so cold? Sam walked over to his bed and sat down on it and wrapped the blanket around him. It must have gotten colder in just seconds. Suddenly the lights started flickering. Afraid that it could be a demon or some other kind of supernatural monster Sam stood up and let the blanket fall to the floor. He quickly started shivering as the cold air touched his body. How could it be so cold? Slowly he walked over to his duffel bag and started to search for his favourite gun. But when the lights went black and he couldn't see anything he took the first gun he found and a flashlight. Lighting the lamp in his hand he searched trough the room. But he couldn't find anyone or anything. He was all alone. And by now it had gotten even colder. Finding a candle and lighting it he put it on the nightstand before lying down on his bed. This time he had both his own blanket and Dean's blanket around him.
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December 21st 2012. 7.40pm:
This was it. Sam knew the end was coming. His lips where blue from the cold and his skin was pale. He couldn't stop his body from shaking. His eyelids got heavier and heavier, but he didn't want to fall asleep. He knew if he did he wouldn't wake up. Sam wasn't ready to die yet. Not right now. There where so many things he hadn't gotten the chance to do. So many things to see and so many things unsaid. Slowly he took up his phone from his pants pocket, careful not to drop it and called his brother. One. Two. Three. Three signals before it went to Dean's voicemail. "This is Dean. You know what to do." Sam smiled a little because he wasn't sure that he actually could have said it to Dean. "Hi, Dean. It's me. Sam. But you probably knew that. I don't know if you will even get this but it doesn't matter. There are just some things that I need to say." He too a deep breath and said: "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything that I've done and put you through. I'm sorry for leaving you so many times. I never really understood how much I needed you. I think I needed you more than you needed me." He let out a few tears that instantly froze to ice from the cold that was surrounding him, surrounding the world. "I guess that this is it. Who would have thought that the world would end because the sun stopped shining? I didn't. I wish I could have spent this last moment with you. I love you Dean. And once again, I'm sorry for everything." Without another word he hung up and just dropped the phone. His fingers to cold and frozen to move.
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December 21st 2012. 7.50pm:
Sam never thought it would take this long to die. But he didn't care. He was so frozen by now that he couldn't think strait. The only good thing right now was that his body felt numb and warm. He couldn't move and it became harder to breathe for every seconds. Thinking he still was talking to Dean he got out a weak: "I'm sorry." Before taking a last breath and closing his eyes forever.
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A/N: Please review. It only takes a few seconds and if you don' have so much to say only a couple of words is enough. Thank you. =)
