So I was in church this morning when my muses returned from the dead and beat this into me. Basically the muses are on fire. So I wrote this. At church. During the sermon. And that's why I am a bad person. . Anyway, hope it's a decent drabble, haven't really written anything worth reading in a while. And as always, they don't belong to me. I'm just borrowing them.
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Before the final battle Sam confesses. He bears his soul; tainted, skewed, and worn. He tells Dean everything. How he hasn't been whole since Dean's body was torn to pieces before him. Confesses that the real reason he couldn't let the hunt for Lilith go isn't just revenge. He never wanted to survive killing Lilith. That's why he drank the demon blood. He tells his brother what he saw going through withdraw. He confesses that Anna was the third, not second, person to kill him. He admits to every sin. He doesn't stop there. He tells Bobby how mush he was like a father to him, especially after John died. He thanks Castiel for doing what he never could. Thanks him for even wanting to save him. After he's done he feels a shift. The weight, the burden, it's lighter. He feels almost clean. A feeling he hasn't known in years. He's crying, but so are Dean and Bobby. Even the angel's eyes look moist.
It's the final battle, and they've one. They've won and Sam's dying for a fourth and final time, Dean holding him tight. Confessing his sins, trying to keep Sam with him. Castiel tries again in vain to heal him, but no angel can fix what Lucifer's done to him now. And Sam's okay with that. Not okay with leaving Dean, but okay with finally fading.
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Now I'm depressed. Great. May write a better ending, make it a two shot so my inner Dean doesn't threaten to "shoot me full of rock salt." I'm always so mean to Sam.