Don't You Cry No More
Dean looked out, eyes sweeping over the mess that was their plan. Crowley and Rowena were nowhere to be seen. Lucifer was slumped against the far wall probably unconscious. And Chuck, well, God was dying. Dean didn't know how but Amara didn't even seem to hesitate, one minute it looked like they were winning, the next she had walked it off. So much for their plan.
"Amara," Dean said with a gravelly voice, "What have you done?"
Amara looked over to where Dean was lying, on the hard cement. "Dean," she seemed at a loss for words. Dean glanced at Sam and they both rose slowly and carefully. Sam took a step forward to check on Chuck but Amara blocked his path and looked up at him with fire in her eyes.
"I have won, Sam. You can't save him, the world is going to end and you can't do anything about it."
Sam frowned at her and said determinedly, "No, I won't let you."
Dean saw that Amara was losing her composure and wanted to get Sam out of the firing range before she lashed out.
"Amara," he said trying to distract her from Sam. "So, you've won. What are you going to do now? Create your own world full of destruction and darkness?" Dean put on a facade of indifference while furiously coming up with a plan to get Sam away from her.
Sam knew what his brother was doing and waited worriedly for Amara's response.
"I'm tired of your tricks, your false pretences. If we are to spend eternity together you need to trust me." Amara's calm poker face was slowly but surely crumbling.
"He will never go with you," Sam said furiously.
Amara turned back to face Sam, her face now showing purely rage. "He won't have a choice. After the world burns and I kill you.."
"No." Dean lunged at Amara, but was thrown against the far wall. He slumped to the ground and didn't move.
"Dean!" Sam turned to check on his brother. Amara halted his movement with a wave of her hand. She raised her other hand and stroked Sam's face. Sam moved his face away, clearly disliking her closeness. Amara used his discomfort and brief lapse in concentration to stealthily pull out a 6 inch knife. Sam had no idea.
Amara used all of her rage to thrust the knife into Sam. She looked up, triumphantly and saw Dean. The knife protruding from his abdomen. Their eyes met, one pain-filled and the other shocked.
Sam pushed himself up from the ground and glared at Dean for shoving him like that. He was just about to say something smart when Dean collapsed.
"Dean!" Sam shouted and rushed over to his side. Dean glanced warily up at Sam, blood bubbling from his mouth.
"I..." he struggled to get the words out, "I-I couldn't... let you... d-die." His eyes started to get a hazy look.
Sam cradled his head in his arms and tried to comfort him. "It's okay, Dean. It's okay." His voice cracking as tears rolled down his face.
Dean gasped, his chest heaving. "Sammy..." He let out his last breath, body going limp, his eyes staring sightlessly up at Sam.
Sam pulled his brother up to his chest, sobbing and held him close for the last time.