14x17 Episode Tag.
AN: I couldn't help myself. Sorry if it's crappy, literally wrote it in thirty minutes after the show aired.
When My Days Are Done
It's not the way he thought he'd go out. Then again, he's sort of running out of ways to die considering how often he tends to do it.
His breathing is shallow and his brother is starting to become giant blur above him, telling him to count with him. It's an old trick their father used to do with them when they were badly injured to try to get their mind off of the fact that they were gravely injured. He tries, he does, but words are starting to be come difficult. Hell, breathing is starting to become difficult. His vision is blurring at the edges and he knows.
He's dying. For real this time.
He can hear Billie's words in his head on a loop.
What lives . . . dies. So the next time you or your brother bite it, well, you're not going to Heaven . . . Or Hell. One of us - and, Lord, I hope it's me - we're gonna make a mistake and toss you out into the Empty. And nothing comes back from that.
He's not scared of dying. He hasn't been for a while, but he knows what it's like to be the other brother in this situation. He knows Dean's barely holding it together right now. So, Sam realizes what he has to do. What he hopes he has the strength left to do.
"You always put me first." His breath hitches, as he tries to look up at his brother, "your whole life." It's not much, but it's all he has time for. He hopes Dean gets it. His eyes drift shut.
"ok, alright, come on… just count with me." Dean pauses, realizing what's happening and not knowing how the day turned out the way it has, "Sammy?" He asks, hesitantly, then, more aggressively, "SAM!"
Sam feels the cold seep into his bones. Feels himself start to slip away. He barely registers the feeling of something hitting his cheeks and then… there's nothing.
Then, suddenly there's air where there hadn't been before. He gasps, sitting straight up.
He's alive. He looks around, eyes still slightly blurry.
"Nick! Where's Nick?" Sam asks, the words bursting out of him of their own accord.
Jack assures him that Nick has been taken care of and that their mother is fine. Sam nods, hearing the words but looking as if he's not really comprehending. He leans against the car that's been his home for so long and looks up at his brother, who can't seem to stop looking at him like he's going to disappear at any minute. Sam can't say he blames him. He feels like he's going to disappear at any minute.
"I should really get back to her." Jack admits, "Your mother."
Sam nods, still on the ground, looking around as if a little lost.
"Right. Yeah." Dean nods, "Jack?"
Jack looks up at Dean, "Yeah?"
Dean's throat clogs with emotion, "Thank you."
Jack nods and then he's gone.