Brother do you believe in an afterlife?
Where our souls will both collide?
In some great Elysium
Way up in the sky?
Hold out against the night
Guard your hope with your life
For the darkness, she will come
Oh and you will have nowhere left to run
Elysium, Bear's Den
"Close your eyes."
Dean, fifteen years old, holding a cake lit with eleven handles for his brother.
"Sammy, close your eyes."
Dean, twenty-seven years old, holding a new laptop he brought for his brother.
"Sammy, please. Close your eyes."
Dean, thirty-six years old, holding a scythe he was given for his brother.
Sam did as he was told. He always did, when it was Dean.
But he opened them again when he felt his brother press his lips to his forehead.
"Forgive me." Dean whispered. Sam grabbed his brother's shaking wrist.
"I already have."
Dean was sobbing before he even stood up again.
"Do it quickly." Sam told his older brother. "I love you."
Dean took a hitched breath, and swung the scythe.
What was left of Sam crumpled to the ground.
What was left of Dean crumpled with him.
Sam, eleven years old, eyes squeezed shut in anticipation of his birthday.
Sam, twenty-three years old, eyes closed and grinning slightly, knowing that laptop most likely had been stolen.
Sam, thirty-two years old, eyes shut and mouth agape, dead by his brother's hand.
"I love you too."