I was watching the sunset from my bay window and this story popped into my head. The fiery red faded to an electic lavender, calming the skies. So, the bad times can lead to the most beautiful.

Disclaimer: Kripke and CW owns. I do this for fun, not money. I don't get paid, so please don't sue. Thanks.

Warning: Death and sadness.

6/29/07

Dean sits by the window of the cabin. He looks out over the lake. He ca't understand how he did not notice how pretty the water was. It was calm and inviting. The majestic trees surrounded the lake, making it even more serene.

He wanted to burn the image into his psyche, so he would have it and others to get him through the eternity of hell he was facing. It had three hundred and sixty four and a half days since he made The Deal.

Sam entered the room. His face was full of sorrow. He stared at the brother who had said he would do anything to protect him. Sam had not known just how far he would go.

"Hey Dean," Sam said in a fake smiling voice.

"Sam." It came from Dean's mouth as barely a whisper.

"I.." Sam did not have the words.

"Sammy, I made this choice, and dammit, I would do it again. I love you. I told you I would give up everything to save you and I meant it. Promise me you will have a good life. I paid alot for it." Dean said and smiled.

"Dean!"

"What, Sammy?"

"How can you joke at a time like this? Are you crazy?"

"Yep."

Sam began to cry. Dean rose from the chair and went to Sammy, embracing him. Sam fell against his shoulder as sobs wracked his body.

"Let me go. I will make a deal to get you out of yours. I can't let you go."

"No. I am going to live up to my word."

Dean sat back down in the chair. Sam sat on the floor at Dean's feet and laid his head on Dean's lap, like he did as a small child. Together, they watched the sun set changing the sky from crimson, to orange, to fushchia, fading to violet, then finally black. Sam cried and hugged Dean. Dean stroked his hair. Neither had to speak, because the act said more than any words.

11:55. Dean had decided he did not want to be torn apart by the hell hounds. He would go as he lived: his way, with dignity and cocky pride.

Sam brought in two beers. Dean took his beer, knowing it would be his last and that the drug in it would soon stop his heart. Sam stared as Dean took a long swig, savoring the taste.

"Dean, how do I repay you for this?"

"Live."

"Was it really worth it?"

"Yep."

Dean's head began to swim. He made it to the chair. He knew the drug was taking effect. Sam again resumed his post at Dean's feet.

"Sammy, you are all I ever had in this world. I loved you more than life itself and if you can have a full one; this is worth it."

"I know how much you loved me Dean."

Dean rested his hand on Sam's head and slowly began to drift away. In a short time, Dean's heart pounded one more beat. His last breath escaped his lips.

"Come in here. It's time."

Bobby appeared in the door. "Sam, he would kill you for doing this." Bobby looked at Dean's shell and the tears began to form. He loved these two like sons.

"I know. Do you remember everything you have to do"

"Yea, Sam. This better work or he is going to kick your ass all over hell."

"That's what I am afraid of," Sam said with a weak smile, just before his head fell on to Dean's lap. His heart became still. His eyes, still open, gazed unseeingly into space.

He was the leader of the demon army after all. He could command them. It was time to take his post as the commander, even if he wasn't loyal to the team. Every good leader had a right hand man. There was no other choice for Sam. Dean was going to get out of this. Power had it's perks.

I haven't decided if this is going to be a oneshot of if I will continue on. I think I have more, but you know how writers are. Feed (back) me Seymour!