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Hey guys.
Let me warn you now so you can turn back if you need, this is NOT a happy story. At all. In fact, it's quite sad. I so hope those who choose to read this will enjoy.
Warnings: Character death, angsty as fuck, might make you cry (Please don't cry).
Enjoy.
K-Y-L-EH-E
The Winchester brothers lay side by side, the chill of the cement floor seeping into their bones, the only source of warmth was the blood that was pooling rapidly around them. They stared at each other, faces paling and the light in their eyes fading.
Cold fingers brushed lightly, barely touching at all. Beneath their hands, their blood pooled, mixing and mingling, almost like a visual representation of their bond. A representation of the day Sam came into Dean's life, and once they were together, it was impossible to separate them.
Dean, with a grunt of pained effort, pushed himself up onto his elbow. He pressed his hand against his wound, putting as much pressure on it as he could manage. He stared down at his baby brother, and they locked eyes.
"Jerk." Sam's voice was quiet and hoarse, but Dean heard him clearly. His response was almost instantaneous.
"Bitch." They both laughed, ignoring the pain it brought. Laughter started quiet, and only got quieter until it was just Dean's sad chuckles, which ceased seconds later. Still pushing hard on the bleeding wound, he leaned over his brothers lifeless body.
"Good night, Sammy." He removed his hand, using it to brush the hair away from Sam's forehead and placing a gentle kiss in the center of it. He used to say those very words to a baby Sam, every night at bed time.
Dean collapsed back, keeping his eyes on Sam even as he choked on his own blood. He was happy that he was able to let his brother die happy, die feeling loved, die without being alone for a single second. He was happy that the last thing his precious Sammy saw was his smiling face.
K-Y-L-EH-E
Sam sat on the hood of the Impala, staring up at the night sky expectantly. He didn't look away until he heard the sound of approaching footsteps. He smiled wide, eyes alight with happiness.
"Heya, Dean." Both eyes turned toward the sky as the boom of fireworks echoed around them. Coloured sparks lit up the sky as a familiar song came on the radio, nothing more than background noise for the show in the sky.
Carry on my wayward son...
There'll be peace when you are done...
Lay your weary head to rest...
Don't you cry no more...
K-Y-L-EH-E
Let me tell you, I cried the entire time I was writing this. I really hope you enjoyed reading this. Please review, your opinions mean so much to me.
Also, since it wasn't really as obvious as it should've been, in the end scene, Sam and Dean are in Heaven.
