Silence

by ImpalaAtNight

They were on a hunt. A normal hunt, with a werewolf. No demons, no Apocalypse. Just a hunt. But after dealing with Apocalypse level threats, they had underestimated one werewolf. This is how Dean and Cas are killed. This is how Sam and Charlie are left alone.

There was a cough and then a gasp of air. A hand gripped between two slightly larger ones. A lock of hair swept over a clammy forehead. Bloodshot eyes set in swollen and bruised sockets. Raspy whispers of love expelled from chapped lips. Promises said with false confidence. The hands move, fluttering over a broken body, searching for a place to rest. A broken laugh and an assurance. Hands resting on shoulders, gripped too tight, reassuring the other that they're there. A shaky breath and a bloody cough. A strangled plea, "Don't leave. I need you, please." A smile, a hand brushing a tear away. A reassurance, "I'll still watch over you." A last shaky breath.

Silence.

A broken sob. A yell of anguish. A broken, empty body cradled to a chest. A body racked with sobs, rocking back and forth. A hand brushing through dark hair. Eyes closed, tears leaking out. "Cas, you can't leave me, please. I need you." Eyelids open and piercing green shines with a soul-deep pain. "Please Cas, it hurts. Come back." Words chocked out. A crash of a door being kicked open and a barricade being broken. The growl of a beast on the hunt. Flesh being torn. A gunshot. "'s okay Cas. Gonna be there soon." A mouthful of blood being spit of the ground. A smile and a bloody face. A gurgle as breath leaves punctured lungs.

Silence.

"Dean? Cas? You in here?" A shout. A hand brushing aside long hair. A flashlight beam. A crash. Feet running, knees hitting concrete. A sob. A cellphone hastily dialed. A plea for help, choked out between sobs. Strong arms giving out, a thud as a giant body hits the ground. Sobbing. Sirens. People moving around. A shout to draw attention. Bodies being put on stretchers. A brother left alone. A cars tires screeching. A silent man, sitting alone on a concrete floor. Rushed footsteps. Red. Small arms circling a muscled chest. A sister never wanted comforting a brother never had. Sympathetic murmuring. Guided footsteps. A car driving away.

Silence.