Challenge Word: Control.
Word Count: 100.
A/N: The Season Three finale really tore at my insides, but my inner angst machine just loves it. I wrote another kind-of-tag to the episode, though I don't think I posted it. Ah, well... The second to last sentence of this story just refused to leave me be. So I wrote the rest around it, and I really like what came out.
Also, referenced one of my favorite poems.
Summary: E/O Challenge: Control. Spoilers for Season 3 Finale. --In the end, Dean decides to take the best of what he can.--
With His Boots On
"Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
--Dylan Thomas
Out of the realm of all things that were ever really under his control, Dean knew that, ultimately, this was the best he could hope for. Given the situation, his life, the choices he didn't get to make for himself. Given everything.
Still; all of that didn't make it any less terrifying. Wouldn't make Sammy less sad or broken. Wouldn't get rid of the pain as he was torn to shreds, both literally and figuratively. At the end, there was a strange disconnect, until he'd reached the next unfortunate beginning.
Dean Winchester died with his boots on. Didn't go gentle.