Heart - Ending
Sam exited the room, tears still streaming down his face. He knew he had to do it. He knew he had to kill her. He lifted the pistol. It quivered in his grip. Dean watched from where Sam left him as his little brother disappeared behind the living room wall that obscured his vision. Dean thought about his brother, how sad and hurt he was. He couldn't bear to see him like this. He didn't want him to kill Madison. Since Jessica, she was the only girl Sam had even thought twice about. He loved her. It was beyond painful for Sam to have to kill someone he felt so strongly about. It was painful for him to even think about. Dean only wished Sam had let him make the shot instead, but they both knew she wanted him to be the one to make the kill.
A single tear fell down Dean's pale cheek. His bottom lip trembled. He was not one to cry, but seeing his brother in such pain, the pain he knew he would have to one day feel for himself when the moment came, was too much of a reminder to him of his dad's last words. It was a reminder to him that one day, when his brother turns; he will have to kill him. When Sam finally carries out his destiny, the one his dad had predicted, Dean knew he would have to, no matter what. This very thought was the thought that truly made Dean weep.
A sound changed his train of thought. A gun shot. The heart-stopping bang of gunpowder being ignited, releasing a silver bullet into the heart of Sam's lover. Dean flinched at the disturbing sound. He couldn't even begin to comprehend Sam's emotion at that very moment, but if it was anything like he thought it was, he wouldn't be able to survive. He wouldn't be able to carry on.
Sam, in the other room, dropped the metal weapon to replace it with another, larger object in his arms. Madison, the girl Sam had tried so hard to protect, so hard to cure from her werewolf infection that poisoned her bloodstream was now dead. He cradled her in his arms, not wanting to ever let go of her. Her head flopped back over his strong arm, lifeless and motionless. His striped shirt she was clothed in now soaked up the deep red liquid that gushed from her heart. Sam could still hear the echoes of the gunshot and picture in his mind the whimper she made as it pierced through her. He could still see how she looked at him as he stood there with the gun pointed at her. She longed for him to save her. Now she had finally won.
Salty tears of sorrow trickled down his cheeks as he laid her down on the hardwood floor. His jacket was now also stained with her blood from holding her close to him. Her eyelids were closed. He couldn't see her baby-blue eyes any longer. The last he saw of them was when the light, the lively, joyful light in her eyes faded as she died. She didn't deserve to go like this. Sam wished she had lived to see at least a few more years, and possibly with him by her side. Why did everyone he ever loved have to die? It was as if a curse trailed him around like a dark cloud of depression. At least he still had Dean, his brother, his only family. At least he could still have someone to comfort him.
He looked up to the doorway he had just left. Dean stood by the doorway. Sam was surprised by the look of his face. It too was wet with tears. Sam tried to breath in, but it came out shaky and short. His sad brown eyes glared at Dean. His older brother gave him the same sorrowful gaze, understanding his feeling. Sam looked back at Madison, stroking her chestnut hair away from her face. He lowered his head, pressing his lips against her cold cheek. Dean sat in the silence as the pain of his brother tore at his heart.