Disclaimer: Don't own Supernatural.
A/N: This is the non-songfic version.
Follower
Gone. They were all gone. Killed by one thing or another; Death had taken each and every one of them. The details didn't matter anymore. Adam, Gabriel, Balthazar, Jo, Ellen, Bobby, Sam... and Cas.
Some of the deaths didn't mean much, just because he wasn't close to them, but others he knew were. Many of them meant a lot and had become part of his small, messed up group. They had become honorary Winchesters, and Winchester means family and family means nobody gets left behind.
'Then why did they leave me behind?' he wondered, 'why did they leave me behind in this stupid son-of-a-bitch, crapsack world?'
It didn't matter either way. Soon he would be joining them. He set down the flask he was currently drinking some concoction from; it may be vile, but it numbed the pain. He rubbed his hands over the seats of his beloved Baby one last time, and with that, Dean Winchester picked up his revolver, held it to his temple, and proceeded to pull the trigger. A quick flash, and then... sweet nothingness.
