A/N: Really short but I was bored so here
Rain pattered down, cold and unrelenting, against his face. Thunder boomed above him menacingly and lightning struck down somewhere far in the distance; it was beautiful. It was really, truly beautiful.
The icy rain blurred his vision, something warm sliding down his cheek. Huh? Rain wasn't warm. Oh. He was crying. He wondered why it'd taken so long for him to notice that - maybe the rain wasn't just washing away his blood, but his emotions, too. He couldn't feel anything but an aching pain below his heart. Inky blackness edged his vision, the rain pouring down as if God himself was mourning his fast approaching death. Or maybe God wasn't watching at all.
He could feel it now, the peacefulness of death overcoming him. You'd think after all this time he wouldn't be scared, would face his end with his head held high and his emotions stubbornly bottled away inside him. But that was before. Before he'd defeated evil, before he'd finally been able to have a normal life, before he'd gone and let himself fall in love. Now he was terrified. He's not ready to let go, not yet. He doesn't want to let go.
No one can save him this time. When he dies it'll be for good, no free passes or come backs. No one to heal him before he slips away into oblivion. Just the end; he's not even sure where he'll end up this time. Maybe there'll be nothing, that'd be nice. Just peace. No angry angels or dumbass demons, not even any Leviathans. Just... quiet.
The rain must've stopped, he thought, because now all he can see is blue sky. No, wait, that's not the sky. It's a pair of eyes, and in them shines the same amount of terror and sadness he's feeling right now. If those eyes have to be the last thing he sees then he has no complaints. He just wishes he could've seen them more. God, he'll miss them.
He can see a pair of lips moving but the sound is muffled by the ringing in his ears and the rain pummelling the ground beside him. Everything around him is frantic, he can just about see the unfocused figures of other people rushing around out of the corner of his eye. Sam. He feels a warm hand gently lift his head off of the cold concrete and another hand move towards his forehead. Time is moving in slow-motion, and suddenly he feels calm. He's slipping away before anyone can help. They just didn't get to him in time, and that's okay.
Because they're safe.
The person he loves is safe.
Another tear slips down his cheek, a tear that isn't his.
"Dean..."A rough and broken voice chokes out. Dean breathes in one final stuttering breath.
"Cas."He whispers. The angel was so beautiful. Really, truly beautiful. Dean closes his eyes one last time as everything fades away. The rain, the tears, the pain, and his family.
Dean is gone.