I know it's short but this was in my head for a while and I have writer's block too! I'm working on a legit Supernatural fanfic outline so be on the lookout for that soon! Also I'm trying to get to Rabidus Tides but life keeps getting in the way!
Sorry if this seems rushed. I may come back and add more on and/or fix whatever I find needing to be fixed. Warning again that there is a character death in this. You have been warned.
This is dedicated to someone special to me.
We Made It
Two old men are sitting in rocking chairs watching the locals walk by. The elderly men are brothers who have been through everything together throughout their lives. The older brother looks over at his kin and smiles proudly. The two are quiet for a long time and stay in their seats until the sun began to set. Everything was peaceful and nothing was threatening their lives for a change.
"Dean, can you believe we've made it?" The younger brother breaks the silence.
"Ninety-four and still kicking." Dean brags.
"Don't try too hard. You might break something, grandpa." Sam said with a smirk.
"Bitch." Dean retorted with a smile.
"Jerk." Sam said gently.
One of the rocking chairs stopped moving. Dean turns to look and sees his little brother slumped in his seat.
"Sam?" Dean called out gently to his brother. Sam didn't respond. "Did you fall asleep, little bro?" Again, no response. The elder of the two stopped rocking in his chair and gently tapped on Sam's arm. "Sammy?"
Sam was smiling. His face was calm. Dean sits back in his chair and grins at the sky. He looks all around him and remembers everything that the two of them did together. They thought they were going to die young by a monster or another human. Yet here they are.
"Yeah, little bro, we made it." Dean replies to the wind as it blows all around the two boys as if carrying them both far away.