I see him squirm, sitting on the hood of the Impala. He looks devastated, the shock of seeing his brother die still in his bones... He shrugs his jacket tighter around his body. I feel so sorry for him. I want to console him. I want to tell him that everything's gonna be okay. He wouldn't believe me.
Suddenly my other son steps out into the cool night air, joining his big brother. Dean just smiles at Sam, gauging whether Sam's still mad at him for making the deal. Sam says nothing, sitting down close beside his brother. His back is still sore and he is indeed angry with his brother.
Dean pats his brother's kneecap, a lame try to cheer Sam up. Sam still has tears in his eyes, but he gives his brother a small smile, pushing Dean's hand away. Dean laughs a little at that and pulls Sam in. This time the younger brother doesn't resist, leaning heavily against his brother, murmuring a quiet 'jerk', getting the usual response. When they've been little I've always hated that... Huh... things change. Now it makes me smile.
And just like that I'm sure that everything's gonna be okay... I trust them... I trust them with everything. I know that it's over for me... but they're gonna be okay... somehow...
I'm back from hell and I'm sure Dean's gonna make it too after that year. Sam will take care of that. They will... together.
" Mom and I will watch over you. I'll see ya."
"Just not too soon."
With that thought I eventually vanish... Finally able to face my wife again.
My beloved Mary.
It hurts to know that I have to leave my sons again but I know that they're strong as long as they're together.