Author's Note: Hey guys this story is for Myurra-K. I hope you both like this. There will be mistakes in here, because I'm lazy and I suck when it comes to grammar and spelling... I'm pretty such I missed spelled something in my Author's Notes...Anys thanks.

Sam Winchester smiled from his spot on the ground. Trees, an earthy green of spring, stood high towering over his still body and for once in his life he felt small in this world, small and insignificant. He couldn't really tell you how he ended up where he was with the moon, a soothing orange, but he could tell you that he wasn't going to come out alive. His lips gave a little twitch and blood, a blackened river, trailed down his cheek only to run over the quake of his Adam's apple.

The pain in his left side had long ago been forgotten but sometimes when he breathed he could feel the beginning of sharp nails spiking at his ribs and he would chuckle, wincing at how pathetic he sounded. Broken ribs? Most likely. Being thrown against a tree and then slammed into a cliff of rocks didn't exactly help the body and he was hurt just like every normal person, because Sam was normal no matter what the angels said or the demons. He was born with a mom and a dad and he had a brother and he was a boy and he had feeling and… he had demon blood dancing through his veins and his mother was murder over his head and so was his girlfriend and he was a hunter and he was in love with his brother's angel…so maybe he wasn't really normal but he wasn't a domination either…

Blinking, he bit back tears, a chock getting caught in his throat. Why wouldn't he just stop lying? If only he could stop Dean would love him again and Castiel might learn too…Sam grinned. There you go again Winchester. Lying to yourself again. There was no way in the six levels of hell that Castiel would love him. The angel would never want to love a monster like them, not when he had Dean by this side. If he was Castiel, Sam would choose Dean, because let's face it Dean is everything he would never be.

He turned his head slightly, lips pulling apart, re-tearing at the corners. Before him his eyes blurred and, and, and, and, and, and…and. He blinked. What? What just happened? Did he just, no, never! Sam laughed loud, throat raw in all the right places, ripping slightly so he could taste the blood down to his lungs. He wasn't going crazy! That couldn't happen! Dean wasn't well enough to take care of himself—lie—and his brother was the broken shell—lies—and Dean was the crazy one! Not Sam, never!—LIES! His laughing became a gurgle and he turned, flipping onto his stomach, to vomit the blood that built up in his lungs. A high cry left his mouth as he accidently dug his wounded side into a sharp rock, bad move.

Take in deep breaths he lay there, blood slowly leaking from his side, soaking into the already soaked ground. Why am I still bleeding? He shouldn't be, he would have stopped a long time ago. His blood should have run out while his heart stopped. Please just let me die already.

Dean and Castiel would be better off without him anyways. He could already imagine their kids. They would have a boy first because Dean would throw a fit if he didn't have a boy to protect their baby girl that Sam knew his brother secretly wanted. They would name him John because Dean was stupid—just like Dad. Hazel eyes narrowed, Dad. And then that little girl would come and knowing his brother, Sam knew that Dean wouldn't want any girl, no he would want one with blond hair and green eyes like his with a dust of freckles that twirled around her nose and down her cheeks and Dean would name her Mary because the guy was stupid, stupid and sympathetic—just like Mom. Sam thought back to when he was fourteen and did a little research—curiosity was always a bad thing with him. It wasn't hard to find a news paper article about Samuel and Deanna Campton…Sam winced, he remember closing out of it and pushing that little information in the back of his head, hoping to forget everything he read. He didn't want to think of his mother the 'angel' as his mother the hunter. He never told Dean and he would take it to the grave with him.

With a glance at his wrist he closed his eyes and slowly opened them back up.

"Dean," Sam whispered as he rubbed his cheek into the cool grass, bracing his hands and struggling to get up. "Cas," he groaned as the pain on his side grew. His body protested. He needed to get up not lay down. He wanted to see the sunset. "Shit," came out with a hiss when he pressed his hand up against his rubs, pushing his ribs back in as they threatened to fall out. Could this get any worse? With a shake of his head he crawled back down to the floor and curled against a tree, a tree that was stained with his blood. Long fingers ran over a dry patch of red and he stared wide eyes as the sky, black as night, was shot by colors of orange and purple.

The two colors twirled around a sudden dust of pink, curling around the blue that the pink and orange gave birth to, watching as the blue and purple made love, creating a green. His lip gave a sad tug. This would be the last sunset he would ever watch and unlike the first one he had ever watch, this one would be by himself.

"You know this doesn't have to be," a young Dean stood before him, his grin cocky.

"Dean?"

"You don't have to watch this one alone either, Sammy." Green eyes gave a roll, "I'm your big brother, dude, we're in this together aren't we?" tears began to prickle around the corner of his eyes.

"Hey…I've missed you, Dean."

"Sam, quite with the girly shit," a fist punched him in the arm and he laughed, he laughed a happy laugh…happy? Yes happy. "I didn't go anywhere, Sammy," Dean said as he sat down, long legs curled up to his chest and glanced over at Sam.

Hazel met green and two identical grins grew as Dean's hand came to hold Sam's and together for the first time in years. They were just brothers watching the sunset together.

"Love you, Sammy," was the last thing Sam heard as his eyes came to a close and his breath a shadowy whisper of disappearing darkness.

Love you too, Dean

Author's Notes: So whatcha guys think? and to Myurra-K...I told you Isaac was going to get a make over!...hahah Review? :3333