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When it finally happens, the whole thing is really kind of anti-climatic.
There's no fear, no panic, no triumphant blaze of glory. There's no pain. There's just life one moment, and death the next.
It figures that after everything they've been through, after heaven and hell and everything in between, they'd be defeated by a witch. Not even an experienced witch, and that's the worst part. She was just a terrified teenager, dipping her toe into a world she knows nothing about. She did manage to kill them, though, with some stupid ritual and an altar and a whole bunch of those candles that make Dean wrinkle his nose up in disgust. She'll have that on her shoulders for the rest of her life.
Sam feels sorry for her.
He isn't sure where they are, but Dean is next to him so it must be okay. Dean looks at him and Sam looks back and they don't need any words to reach their decision because this is it. They've died over and over again for this world, condemned it and then saved it again so often that Sam's lost count.
They're done.
They've done their bit. It's only fair. It's their time to leave and they went out together and Sam can't, won't, ask for anything more than that.
Of course, it would help if they could figure out where the hell they are, first. All this weird shiny white light doesn't exactly suggest Hell, but it's nothing like Heaven either. "Dude," says Dean. "What the hell is this place?"
And Sam shrugs and sits down because it's not like there's anywhere to go and Dean sits beside him, knocking their shoulders together and Sam feels the warm press of his brother's presence and decides that this is okay, this is good. They don't know where they are or what's going on but there's no rush to figure it out.
They're done, and they've got all the time in the world stretching ahead of them. Sam glances over at Dean and finds himself grinning and isn't that weird because they're dead.
"We're really dead this time, aren't we?" he says, and Dean huffs out a little laugh.
"Yeah," he says. "Don't think there's a lot we can do about it, dude." And that's true enough. They've lived enough, too much, made deals and used up all their cards and fought death to the very end but not this time.
"Yeah," agrees Sam, and he tilts his head back to look at the sky. Well, it looks like sky, anyway. It could be anything. Sam can't even see the ground he's sitting on, so he's not really the person to ask. "What do we do now?"
"Hell if I know, man," says Dean. "You think we're in Heaven?"
Sam shrugs. "Well, it's not Hell." And Dean nods like that's all he needs to know. Then, suddenly, he freezes, turning wide horrified eyes on Sam. "Dude, what about my car?"
And Sam throws his head back and laughs like he hasn't in years while Dean stares at him like he's been waiting for this for years and yeah, he's finally decided Sam is every bit as crazy as he thought he was.
Sam still has questions, like where are they and what happens now and what about Cas and are they just gonna stay here forever, because that doesn't sound like such a great idea and this place is kind of weird.
It's okay, though. He doesn't need any of those answers because it's over. They're free.
And somehow, that's enough.