The date was November 2nd, and the air was cool. Another major hunt had just been completed, the biggest hunt Dean has ever seen. Bigger than Azazel's death by the Colt, bigger than breaking the last seal. Bigger than the Leviathan fight that sent Dean and Castiel into Purgatory, bigger than Sam jumping into the pit in order to stop the apocalypse. Bigger than anything anyone has ever done before.
The 67 Chevy Impala sped down the back road, zooming past the trees, as Dream On finished blasting through the speakers of the old car. Dean sped faster and faster, for no reason other than to get the anger out. He drove for days and days, only stopping to sleep, though he didn't sleep at all, and food along with bathroom breaks. He finally slowed and stopped for a minute or two in Lawrence, Kansas, on the street of his old home. After just sitting and staring for a couple minutes, Dean started up the car and sped until he found a quiet park area overlooking the lake. He stepped out of car, with a beer in his hand and walked over the lake, plopping down on the cold grass. Dean stayed for hours and hours, until his phone buzzed.
Garth, one of the few people who hadn't left him, had texted him the coordinates of the vampire's nest Garth asked Dean and Sam to help him out with. The brother's had been so busy though that they hadn't thought about it all week. "On my way" Dean said back, before taking a long swig of bear.
Dean made his way to the trunk of the old car that used to belong to his father, John, before John's death. Popping opening the trunk, he threw in the gun he had hidden in his jacket in case of something he needed to shoot. But now, he didn't care if some demon or other shit killed him. Dean was numb. Everything was numb since that day.
Climbing in the front seat, he started the car up. Dean looked to the empty seat beside him, where Sam Winchester was usually seated. But not this time. This hunt they just finished, their biggest one yet, had taken Sam's life because of some "stupid demon-ass bitch", as Dean had put it. Dean sighed at the thought of his brother.
"Well Sammy...We've got work to do" He said to the empty seat. Driving away from the lake, Dean turned the stereo up, as the next song started on his mixed tape.
The song blasted out the speakers "Carry on my wayward sooooon. There'll be peace when you are doooone"
And Dean Winchester, the last Winchester, then drove off into the night, without his dead brother Sam by his side.