Sunrise
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Sam's skin is becoming slightly translucent.
But if you look past that, and ignore the fact that he isn't breathing and his heart isn't beating and his chest isn't moving and he isn't alive, then he looks like he could be sleeping.
A breeze blows along and ruffles Sam's hair as the sky starts to change from black to blue, and pink and orange.
Dean's eyes are slightly red-rimmed and determined, in a void-of-emotion terrifying way. The Demon's eyes are yellow and amused, in a 'you fucking bastard you killed everything I ever loved'-way. Sammy's eyes are closed.
The Demon smirks and raises his eyebrows. "Like father, like son... Are you sure?"
Dean clenches his fists. His voice sounds rough. "Yes."
The Demon chuckles to himself and gives a little nod, and then he's gone. Dean inhales as the sun rises.
Then, Sam gasps.
