Title: With Me
Disclaimer: Me no own, You no sue.
Warnings: Character deaths, Wincest
Notes: AU ending for CROATOAN
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"I'm tired," he says, shaking his head, ripping his eyes away from his brother's tears as he locks the door.
Sam laughs, it's bitter and choked and heart-wrenching. He wants to tell Dean to go, he wants to beat Dean into going, wants to snap and snarl vicious words that'll force Dean into just fucking leaving.
"You know," Dean continues, voice light, "I always knew we'd die together." He's running his fingers through Sam's hair and Sam wants to tell Dean that he knew it, too.
"When did you decide that?" he asks instead, leaning into Dean's touch.
"You're sixteenth birthday," he smiles lecherously, remembering the day.
"You're a pervert," Sam laughs, a hand snaking out around Dean's waist and pulling him closer, burying his face in his brother's chest. He begins to cry again. "Don't let me become a monster," he begs, the tears staining Dean's shirt and jacket. "I don't wanna become one of those things."
Dean wraps his arms around his baby brother and whispers nonsensical things, whispers quiet promises of love that'll last forever, of no pain, of no more monsters because their journey has finally come to an end.
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Sam never felt the bullet. Sam never heard Dean's sobbing. Sam never tasted his brother's lips as they kissed his own for a last time. Sam never smelled the scent of his and Dean's decaying corpses. Sam never saw Dean take his own life with the same pistol that had Sam's own blood on it.
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Dean never felt the bullet. Dean heard the pounding on the door as the doc and the others tried to break it down. Dean never tasted his own blood as his teeth bit down on his own tongue. Dean never smelled the overwhelming stench of sulfur as the man Duane Tanner entered the room and gazed down at him and Sam. Dean never saw the yellow-eyed demon's furious outburst when he heard about the death of the Winchester boys.
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