Demons. Again. They were ambushed while looking into mysterious disappearances in Ohio. And this time, there didn't seem to be an escape. They knew it was the end. They didn't let that stop them, though. With their backs to each other, they stood like family in the large clearing. Just them against the world, like it always was. With a coarse yell, the battle began. For what seemed like forever the Winchesters fought. They fought long and hard. Dean was the first to go. Protecting his little brother, like he always did. The great warier, the all-important piece of the puzzle, killed by the very demons he hunted. He took a bullet to the chest to stop the demon from hurting Sam. Sam and Cas were upset with the death, but they had to keep fighting. They had to make Dean proud. Cas was the next to go. The fallen angel, who had accomplished so much, was struck down by a knife in the back. Sam was left to fight alone, until, finally, he too was brought down. With a knife in his side, he glanced and his fallen friends. The fighting had stopped. Everything was silent. Smiling a half smile at his brother Sam spoke his last words. "I'm proud of us to. Jerk." And so, the three brothers had died. And yes, they were brothers, because a wise man once said: family don't end in blood. But it did, eventually, end in death. And this time, I don't think they're going to come back.
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