This a very angsty and emotional oneshot of when Dean finally dies for good. I think it was based on a writing prompt about a warrior dying in hospital but warning YOU WILL BE SLAMMED IN THE FACE WITH FEELS. It's only short, about 500ish words and is the first oneshot I have ever published so be nice but at the same time please give me critique.
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Proper warning: this is sad and angsty so be prepared.
Ellen and Jo. Lisa and Ben. Sammy, Bobby, dad, Cas, everyone he's ever loved or cared for. Everyone he's ever saved and everyone he hasn't. They're all dead and he's lying there, amongst their bones, staring up at the dark sky. He didn't want to outlive them. He didn't want to watch them all die.
The plan was to fight. To fight until the end but the end was supposed to be before his brother went down. Before he lost everyone around him. Cas was never supposed to die. He was supposed to outlive everyone, but just like them he was dragged into the black hole known as Dean Winchester, sucking all the light and life out of the world around him. Everyone he's ever associated himself with has been dragged into the blood and gore of his life.
For a long while he could handle it, because he had Sam and Cas. But then they went too…
That one broke him the most. Losing his brother killed him but losing Cas too? It destroyed him. It struck every cell in his body and hollowed him out. He just doesn't care anymore.
It's his curse. The curse that has plagued his family since his mother's death, maybe even before then. Now he's dying too. Finally, after all the times he'd hoped and prayed it'd end so that he didn't have to live with the mountainous regret any more. The guilt and the pain. He couldn't take his own life. Sam, even Cas, would kill him for that and every fibre in his body wouldn't let a monster just have him, because then others would die as well, and he couldn't do that. So, he just had to wait. To wait for his 'time' and hope that this time no one will bring him back.
Heaven or hell he doesn't care. If he goes to heaven, then maybe he could finally be with his brother again but if he goes to hell, then maybe he can pay for all his sins.
He could have asked Death. They aren't friends, nowhere near close, but maybe he hates him enough to want to kill him. He knows Death doesn't work like that, but he can hope. Hope that sometime soon Death will come knocking.
Out of every way he hadn't expected it to be this. Dean wanted to go down with a gun or a knife in his hand and the claws of a monster in his throat. It isn't a necessarily nice way to go but it's no better than this. This slow death, laying on the crisp white bed in a hospital. He hated it. The warrior in him hated it. The isolation. The stillness. It's too quiet and too calm and too damn cold. But hospitals are always like that. He's been in enough to know.
Too much whiskey and not enough food. That's how he ended up here. Something wrong with his insides, he doesn't really care, as long as it is killing him. He just wants it over. He's tired. After all these years by himself he's just… tired.
Dean closes his eyes, and when he opened the again a man stands beside his bed.
"Hello Dean." Says Death.
Hope you liked it in the fact that it was good emotional writing (not in the fact that Dean dies). Please favourite and review and tell me what you think!