In The End

by winchesters1967

Based off of season 7. At Torcon 2013 Jensen Ackles explained a dream he had about the ending of the show. I decided to turn his dream into a story. This is a sad fanfic about the final episode of Supernatural. Sam is still having visions of Lucifer, and Dean is trying his best to help. Can Sam be saved?

1. Introduction

This idea is from a video from a convention. Jensen Ackles was explaining one of his dreams about how the show might end. I personally found his idea very emotional and smart. I decided to turn it into a story. If you would like to check out the video, just search about Jensen Ackles ending dream at Torcon 2013.

This is my first fanfic, I am still working on fixing some grammar issues. I hope that it is good. Please leave a review giving me feedback. I would really appreciate it. Thank you so much!

I decided to use events from season 7. In this story Sam still is having bad visions of Lucifer and is recovering from a year without his soul. Although there is one spoiler. If you have not seen season 7, episode 10, do not read. But if you know what happens in that episode, you can continue. It will mention the major character death, but I will not mention their name in this paragraph.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Idea itself, but I own the small additions such as the cabin, how the brothers act, the things they do, etc. I just do not own the original idea, that belongs to Jensen Ackles. I also do not own the characters they belong to Supernatural.

Introduction:

It happened. Dean didn't know how it came to this, and he sure as hell didn't want it to end this way. But it happened.

He rocked slowly back and forth on a small wooden rocking chair in the corner of the room. The log cabin was small, only four rooms. A kitchen, living room, bedroom and a bathroom. Dean sat in the living room, facing the wall. The creaking sound of the wooden beams under the floor screeched every time dean's chair swung back. Repeatedly, back and forth. A crumpled up note in his hand, the pen writing somewhat smeared around the page due to the tear drops constantly landing on the paper. A steady stream of tears fell down his cheek, but for once in his life, he didn't have anyone to help wipe them away. There was no reason to pretend he was okay. He didn't need to pretend that everything was going to be fine, and he had no reason to be a strong brave big brother. Because to be a big brother, you need to have a little brother, and Dean no longer had one.