A/N: Probably one of my stranger pieces, but I'm in a morbid mood and have grown rather attached to it. Pre-apocalypse AU.
For him, it wasn't long -- just a quick slash across the throat, his blood spilling and sputtering out, a moment of disorientation and confusion, and then it was done. He was standing off to the side, watching as his body jerked. It wouldn't be long before it would stop working. Dean idly thought it was rather strange, seeing his body move without his conscious permission. Then he thought it was strange that a few minutes ago, he might have felt more than a stirring of curiosity. Amazing how death put so many things into perspective.
Sam, on the other hand, took a little bit longer to die. He'd seen his brother go down and yelled out in shock and grief before shooting the rejoicing creature. He'd struck it in a place that would have been fatal – had they the right ammunition. But they had miscalculated, assumed too much, and the creature charged. Sam, nearly blind with grief, did nothing. He died screaming in pain as it tore into his belly. By the time Sam re-appeared the body at his feet had stopped jerking. He squatted down to watch the slow escape of his intestines as Dean strolled over, feet plodding in the puddles of blood but making no ripples. Neither of them paid any attention to the monster that slowly retreated from the scene of the battle, leaving in its place a strange sort of calm.
Sammy.
Dean.
So…
I guess this is it. We've finally died.
Sam slowly stood back up, shoulder to shoulder with his brother. Together they surveyed the gruesome scene.
Yeah. I guess we have.