Wrote this during 2nd season. But, you can imagine any time period.
Author's note below, take a peek!
Find Peace
You will find peace
You will find what you were looking for
You will be rested
Your eyes will mourn no more
You will be relieved of your burden
Love, long lost, will find you
Happiness won't be a dream anymore
You will be safe
You will be okay
Everything will be okay…
Dean opened his eyes one last time.
"Sammy…"
"Yes, Dean?"
"Sammy?"
"I'm right here, man. Right here."
Warm fingers wrapped around his wrist and stroked his hair gently. Sam kept saying something, but he was beyond being able to understand anymore… but the voice was like a lullaby… tender and loving. The rhythmic stroking gave him permission to sleep, soothing his gasps for air.
The emerald orbs started to hide themselves, the lids coming down… the curtains coming down.
"Dean?" the whispered cry of pain pierced through the fog.
"It's okay… you'll be okay… everything… will be… okay…" he mumbled.
He couldn't hear Sam anymore, couldn't feel his hand, and couldn't even feel the pain. He expected to be swallowed by the impending darkness soon, but it didn't come. Instead he felt, rather than saw, a light.
Growing in intensity.
It became so bright that he should have been blinded but he wasn't. It smelled like blueberry pancakes and roses. It felt like he was being caressed, long blonde curls falling on his neck. So soft. The hands so lovely and warm.
"Mom?"
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So yeah... I posted again! This is also from years back... you see 3 scores and 7... ahem, sorry. It's from 2007. I'm a lot more sensible( read boring) now, so I don't write anymore. However I'm gonna to try to publish most of my old stuff, the least cringe-worthy ones.
This story/ficlet/whatever was what I envisioned for Dean. Sam wanted answers, Dean wanted rest. So this happened.
The summary is from the poem 'All is Well' by Henry S. Holland.
If you liked it, please review. If you DIDN'T like it, you could review too :)