Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural
Author's Note: Story takes place in the future.
I Dean Winchester faced a lot of things in my 45 year old life; demons, death, (lost count on how many times that happened), killing Lucifer, but not this. This was not supposed to happen to me. I was never supposed to live to be seeing this.
"Would you quit freaking out Dean," Sam yelled annoyed as I stood over the bathroom mirror. "It's part of life!"
"Well it sucks," I yelled back from the bathroom. "I wasn't supposed to live to see this Sammy!"
"It's not the end of the world Dean!"
I yanked the bathroom door opened and glared at him. "I am not supposed to be alive to be seeing gray hair!" I snapped at him.
I watched as Sam tried not to smirk but failed. "There is hair dye you know."
"I am not dying my hair!"
How could he even say that to me? Plus I can't eat double bacon cheeseburgers like I used to. This is miserable! Pretty soon chicks aren't going to find me attractive anymore! Why can't I just die and stay dead?!
The End