This is over
The so called "Final Battle", is over
You're tired
You're wounded, bleeding
but that doesn't matter now
You gotta find Dean
You look in the mess that was the battle field
bodies and blood, everywhere
but then, there, unmoving, it's him
For all you can, you run
And when you reach him
He's soaked in blood, most of it, his own
You shake him, hard
He grunts and his eyes shot open
'Dean' you say, relieved
He's taken aback for a few seconds
But then he does one of his cocky grin
'Hey, Sammy' he says 'we did it' trying to sit up against the wall, but hissing in pain
'Dean, we gotta get you out of here before you bled out'
You try to pull him up, but instead you cry out and fall completely on the floor
'Sam!' he reaches out for you and takes a better view at your condition
'Me, uh? Who are you kidding? You're wounds are not better than mine'
And while you sit up, he notices "something" you didn't,
'cause you were too occupied searching for your big brother
'Oh crap…' and touches the handle of the little knife standing out of your chest
'Ah…that's why it hurts like a bitch' you try to downplay, but end up coughing blood
But Dean looks at you and, you can see, in his eyes there's resignation, too
'I…lost too much blood…'
And you can't look at him anymore, cause you know he's right, the evidence a few inches by you...
'We can- ' 'What? Do a little miracle?' he snort
'Come on, Sammy…we both know I'm going to- ' 'You're not going anywhere' you retort strongly
'Sam-' he tries to argue but
'…not without me' you finish, nearly whispering, eyes glistering, but firm with the statement
And Dean gasp, whatever word he wanted to say, sticking in his throat
'Well,' you continue 'like you said, my wounds are pretty bad too, so-'
And suddenly, a flash of pain stronger than others spread through you chest and your sight goes blind for a few moments, before you can see again and, your brother is trying to support you
'Sammy?'
'It's okay' you answer, leaning better against the wall, in front of Dean
'Don't you think it'd be better to take it out?' he says, referring to the knife still in your chest
'If I do so, the blood's gonna pour out faster…' you pant
'Right…' he's beginning to slur and your sight is even more unfocused…not good signs...
There's silence, it seems so strange compared to the chaos of their life…but it's not bad...
'So…it ends like this, uh….we, dying on the battle field…poetic' …no "Happy Ending"
You look at each other and snort
'We were never supposed to have an "Happily Ever After" thing'
You comment, a bitter smile on your faces
'But, at least, this time we're going together…and I'm glad for it'
'Aw, Sammy, you're such a girl'
'yeah-yeah. I know you think it too'
And he has that look on his face, that says everything without spilling a word
Then smiles, a real smile this time, one of that you unknowingly return
And you do, dimples and all
Then you both stay like that, no need to talk, it's all been said, it's all clear…
'We're good?'…always insecure
'We're good' he answers and moves a hand towards you
And you grasp it, as tight as you can, both trembling with the effort
It seems like forever when you speak again…
'Hey, Dean. You think it'd be like the last time?
I mean, two of us sharing the same piece of Heaven?' you slur, trying to joke
But it's hard even to keep your eyes open, it hurts everywhere…so cold
Waiting for an answer that doesn't come 'Dean?' and you focus on him
He's still…his chest doesn't move….his expression seems so serene…
The sob that was sticking between your chest and throat for a while now, finds his way out of you
The tears held back broke free…you finally let them fall...
Resolutely, you twist the knife in your chest and tear it out in one go
The wound is too close the heart, the blood starts streaming out so quickly …
You reach out, still holding your brother's cold hand, lay your head on his shoulder, whispering
'I'm not letting you alone out there…wait for me' and then it all fades to black...
