Everything was so empty for Dean now, it had been a few months since Sam had died in the fight with a vampire. I was also long gone according to Dean, and nothing was bringing either of us back. No friends, no family left for Dean just emptiness, loneliness and the bottles of alcohol. Dean had continued to try and hunt, but he just couldn't think straight barely finishing a job. I secretly helped him numerous times.
As Dean sat down in the motel room, he called out for me hoping I wasn't dead hoping that I was out there somewhere. But of course he got no reply, just silence. I wanted to answer but I just couldn't, please don't ask me why. Dean's shoulders slumped and the words finally crossed his mind that he had been trying to ignore with bottles of alcohol but now he listened.
Just give up, you failed Sammy, you failed Cas just like you fail every god forsaken thing. You don't deserve to live.
Dean listened to this words, as he walked over to his duffel bag, he began sifting through everything till he found what he wanted. A knife, the same one that sliced through Ruby's chest, the same one that sliced through me when we first met.
He picked up the knife and began dragging it across his flesh, the pain he tried to act immune to, but I watched his face crumple under the pain. The blood it dripped down the blade. And he just pushed the blade in deeper and deeper, until he was unconscious. The blade it took his life, his heart it ceased to make a pulse.
I visit his heaven now and then, without him seeing. I watch as he replays the memories of us three, team free will. I watch as he creates new memories and I listen to his thoughts that are now not about self-loathing or hate but freedom and happiness. I also visit Sam's heaven, the apple pie life with Jess and their pet dog Bones. Sometimes the phone rings and he is having a conversation with Dean. But it isn't Dean telling him that he should get back to the family business but a normal happy conversation.
I could bring them back to life if I wished, but I won't because they have done enough on this planet. They have had enough heart ache, they deserve a rest, and they deserve to have an ending. They have carried on so long, they can finally rest their weary heads, and no longer cry. For they are home.