"I'm proud of us, Sammy," Dean let the words tumble out of his mouth. He tried to look as proud as he possibly could because he was telling the truth. He was proud of them.
There were a thousand things he wanted to say to Sam. Sorry…thank you…love you little bro….see you in Heaven, but what he'd said just now summed it all up.
He knew that he didn't really have much time left, so before he…..died, he wanted to look Sam in the eyes one last time. He wanted to make him understand that all was forgiven now and that Sam didn't need to feel guilty about any of it.
He had told Sam and Bobby once that if he died on a job one of these days, he wanted them both to know that they were forgiven; no matter how much of crap they had both pulled on him, they had a clean slate.
The first blade had been trying to, and slowly succeeding in, turning Dean into some kind of a monster-a killing machine. It was really something he didn't want to become so maybe this was for the best. He didn't like leaving Sam alone any more than he'd liked it the other way around, but if this was the way that things were meant to be, then he could live with that…or die knowing it.
"I'm proud of us." And with that, he stumbled forward and fell onto Sam's chest.
'Alright, that's enough,' I thought to myself and turned off the TV.
I had watched the Season Finale over and over again for the past few days, wallowing and sulking at the fact that I'd have to wait a few months for the next Season to come. But it was mostly because I had nothing better to do, and nothing to wait excitedly for on a daily basis.
I had figured out by now that if I didn't want to end up getting PTSD, then I'd have to start by getting a life.
But until then…..sighing, I turned the TV back on.
Crowley looked at Dean expectantly. Dean, who apparently wasn't dead…yet, was still unconscious on the bed. He held the Blade tightly in his hands and just a few seconds later, stirred. But this time when his eyes opened, they weren't the forest green colour that they were supposed to be. Instead, they were black. As black as a demon's. Dean Winchester was a demon.
I could swear that when Dean's eyes opened, they stared right at me.
That was when the weirdest thing happened. The TV screen turned black and it started making static noises all of a sudden. I went closer to the screen to turn it off, since the remote control clearly didn't seem to be working. That was when a hand shot out of the TV, holding my wrist in a tight grip.
Surprised, I stumbled backwards and the hand tugging at my wrist was pulled outside. I caught a slight glimpse of its face in the process. It had very pale skin and its dark black hair completely covered its face as if hiding it. But I caught its eyes from in between the streaks of hair and they were looking straight at me.
I struggled, of course, and wriggled and tried to break free from its grip. But whatever it was, was strong and wasn't willing to let go easily. At least not without a fight. It grasped my other wrist with the remaining hand and pulled me into the TV.
A/N: I know that this chapter's pretty short, but I promise that the rest of the chapters are going to be longer.