War was upon the Winchesters.
Sam, Dean, and Castiel were in the bunker, and somehow, a number of demons too high to count had flooded the room. One of them carved up Castiel's angel warding tattoo as an invite to the angels to join the party. They came without refreshments.
Knife in one hand, holy water in the other, they fought for their lives.
Sam was on one side of the room and Dean was on the other. Castiel was somewhere in the mix of creatures, using his angel blade to kill as many angels as he could. Of course, there was quite a difference in numbers, as it was Sam, Dean, and Castiel against at least fifty of the adversary.
Dean could feel the anger swelling inside him as he slashed through the demons skin. This was his home. Why couldn't he have one good thing in his life that actually stayed?
"Dean!" He heard Sam yell from across the room. Dean stomach lurched as he turned his head and saw Sam's eyes go from looking towards Dean to the knife impaling the little brother's chest, straight through his heart. Sam dropped to his knees, and put one hand on the ground, the other clutching his rib cage.
It was as if Dean had gone deaf. He couldn't hear the clanging of knives, he couldn't hear the grunts or the moans of angels that had been stabbed. His thoughts completely left the outside universe as he ran over to Sam, dropping to his knees, and throwing his arm over the boy. He grabbed his little brother's face in his hands. "Look at me. Sammy, look at me."
Sam opened his eyes and looked at Dean."Dean, I'm sorry." Sam had tears running down his cheeks, and they dripped down onto Dean's shirt. "No… No, no, no. You're fine. You're gonna be fine." The only thing that brought Dean back into reality was hearing Cas' voice breaking through the film that had surrounded his brain.
"Dean, no!" Dean looked up just in time to see an angel, who was about to impale him with his angel blade. Castiel slid in front of the Winchester boys so that he was between them, looking at them both to inspect the damage, and then turning around to face the angel with his blade in hand. Dean watched as Cas' own blade unsheathed itself from his sleeve. Cas threw a strike at the other angel with all this force he could muster, but to no avail. The other angel had already thrust his own blade into the young angel's chest. A bright, white light poured from every opening in Castiel's body. The light shone over Sam's dead figure, and Dean's dying figure.
Gadreel stood over the three dead boys. The brother's shirts had been burned away and on their skin rested black marks of wings that had scolded their dead bodies.