"Sammy.."
It was the last word the Winchester heard before he closed his eyes, welcoming eternal slumber like an old friend.
They did it. Finally, it was the end of the story; the marked chapter. The 2nd attempt of an apocalypse was diverted, and no more innocent lives will be lost to the darkness. The cold, cold, hard darkness. An abyss that had consumed the two brothers their entire lives, choking and overwhelming them with isolated desperation.
It was all over.
With every last ounce of energy he could summon, Sam slowly turned his head so he could face his brother. Dean heaved a painful sigh. You could see the light slowly leaving his olive-green eyes, along with the little tears that follow.
"We did it Sammy. Mum and dad would be proud" The older brother managed to whisper, for fear that talking any louder would puncture his lungs; he was so damaged.
Sam felt worse. He couldn't get a single sound out of his throat, no matter how hard he tried. But he knew he could smile, and that was all Dean needed.
Yes. Mum and Dad would be proud. They went down swinging, and now it was his turn. All he wants, needs, now is: just a brotherly moment. Maybe a little flashback, one last quote to share with his dying brother to bring back the memories. They started out as brothers, they're going to end as brothers.
With that thought in mind, Sam tried to move his fingers, his legs, his body. The pain was too great, too numbing; he could only force open his leaden eyelids just in time to watch his brother breathe his last.
"Sammy.."