The room had a sense of tranquility. Each new for certain with what would happen; they had a good run, and knew they had more than most under their belts. This, that, the other thing, and saving the world, how many times? They hunted well into their late years, only ceasing because it became a physical hazard. Simply, they were as old as dirt. And now, as the slightly elder's breathing became slower, more infrequent each labored breath, the other gripped his wrinkled and worn hand with his own. In the other hand, the slightly younger held a pistol; he was going to go out with a bang, literally. He would have preferred a rifle, but his frail hands could not handle the machine. The elder looked up at the man who he had cried over, fought over, and finally been one with. He knew from years of the past that this was the way things were going to be. If one went, the other did. Earlier, he had struggled with the thought that if he died, his other half would kill himself, but with further thought, he had come to peace with it, knowing that if it came down to it, he would do the same thing. He couldn't live without his Sammy.
In a cracking voice, deteriorated from age, and illness, whispered out, "Sammy, it's been a good life, even with all the demons… and stuff. But you were there for me. And well… Thanks."
The other chuckled softly, and said, "Oh, Dean, always so good for words. I love you, too."
They sat together, silently, gazing into one another's eyes, everything unsaid by words, needn't be spoken.
"Sam…" He broke off coughing, his breath ragged, "Sam, do you ever wish we lived an apple pie life?"
"Dean, we've been over this. A lot. And no, there is nothing I would change about our lives. I loved every second, as long I was with you."
"Good…" Wheeze. "To know."
"Dean, have we done everything?"
"Course…" Wheeze, and violent cough. "Not. But as long as the Impala is safe, I'm all good. You did…" Cough. "Set my baby up, didn't you?"
"Dean, of course I did. Have a little faith in your brother. She's safe in a garage, to be indefinitely pampered and waxed, and taken out yearly to get some fresh air." They smiled at each other, knowing they will live on through the memories in that car.
"Sam. I love you." His breathing started to waver, and gripped his brother's hand tighter.
"Aw, spending your last minutes together, how cute. But hold on just a minute, Wrinkles squared. " The two of them jerked their heads up quick, finding a visitor materialized in their room. A young woman, with sleek black hair, but menacing eyes was looking down at them.
"Who are you?"
"What an inquisitive question, Dean. Wouldn't you like to know? Well, let's get this over with. It goes against all my morals to be doing this, but can't go against His wishes. I would like to see you dead as much as the other guy, but…"
She walked up to the two of them, and before they could react, touched both their heads, and they slumped over on to each other, still gripping hands.