Tears trekked down Dean's face, carving through the grime, dirt and blood. His sparkling green eyes were dull, lost of any joy that he previously had, lost of all emotions. The eyes stared numbly at the horizon, the sun making its daily journey around the Earth. It was getting brighter, reflecting in Dean's eyes. A ragged gasp filled the air and Dean blinked before looking down at the body in his arms, the broken body. More tears splashed across Dean's cheeks, rolling to his chin before falling onto the face of the man he held cradled, refused to let go of. Another choking gasp as the man coughed up blood, his own green eyes dimming, losing their bright shine.
Dean ran a hand through the man's shoulder-length ragged hair, pushing it back from his face in a brotherly gesture. "Woah, easy Tiger," Dean whispered, a ghost of a smile dusting over his features, the corner of his lip slightly upturned. The man tried for a laugh, only resulting in coughing up more blood, all over Dean's hands, coating them. Dean grimaced as the tears flooded through but he refused to wipe them away, refused to acknowledge them. The man gazed up at him, his face full of unspoken trust and love as the light began to dim despite the sun steadily climbing its way into the sky. The man smiled grimly, slowly moving his hand to grasp Dean's, tightly as a single tear balanced on the edge of his lashes.
"Dean…" The man whispered, trying to tell him that this was goodbye, this time forever. Dean nodded, not having to even guess at what the man wanted to say. They both looked back to the horizon where a man stood, wearing a suit, cane in hand as he gazed at them, showing no emotion. Dean choked on his tears, breathing heavily and raggedly as he looked back at the man he held protectively in his grasp. He shook his head in denial, refusing to let him go.
The man looked back to Dean, a shaky smile on his blood-stained face. The lights kept dimming and the hand holding desperately onto Dean's loosened its grip though Dean held on with all his might. The cane-wielding man began the slow journey over to the pair, his face grim. Dean shook his head, clinging to the man as he stared down at his face, at the tiny light within the man's eyes that was fading. Cane tapping on the ground, the man reached them and looked upon Dean solemnly. Death had come. Dean breathed in deeply, refusing to acknowledge Death as he stared down at the man in his arms just as the light extinguished. Dean choked again, crying out his desperation and anger as he still clung to the man's grip-less hand. Dean reached up a shaky hand, closing the man's eyelids and he whispered to the Earth, so softly not even Death heard him, "Night Sammy."