Finis
It was going to end. We all knew that. Surprisingly, it's not Dean that goes first. No, he has a long life ahead of him. Rather, it's Sam, the brother who wanted nothing more, besides his brother, a sense normality.
It was far too late when Dean got to Sam. It was a simple hunt, a salt and burn. Something that both brothers should have gotten out alive, but then again, nothing was ever that easy in their lives. Something was bound to happen.
Everything was in place, set for success. Dean had located the grave and the hole was dug. But when Sam was about to salt the corpse, he flew backwards into a large tree. Dean shouted and swung his iron bar into the spirit, dissipating it for a few precious moments. Long enough for him to salt and burn the corpse, then to Sam.
Dean's heart leapt to his throat when he saw how still his Sammy was. Running over, he gently flipped Sam onto his back, when his breath caught. A huge branch was protruding from Sam's stomach, blood everywhere. Sam wasn't going to make it. Dean shook, and reached to remove the branch. A weak hand stopped him.
"Leave it. I know...I'm not...going to..."
Sam was cut off as a cough ripped through him. Blood covered his lips and teeth. Dean felt helpless. He was supposed to protect his little brother at all costs. That was his job, but now Sam was dying.
"C'mon Sammy. Just hold on for a little bit. You are not gonna die. I can get you to a hospital and the doctors can patch you up. I bet the nurses will be hot. C'mon Sammy..."
But Dean knew that it was in vain. There was too much blood.
"Stay...with...me." Sam rasped out.
"Always," Dean gruffly replied. Sitting down on the grass, he cradled his little brother, the brother he raised from when their mother died, and stifled a sob. Gently dragging a hand through Sammy's long locks, Dean started to croon a song softly, the same song Mary sang to him and Sam when she was still alive. His rough voice cracked a little bit, but Sam didn't mind at all.
"When I'm gone, don't sell your soul okay? Settle down with a nice girl and have lots of kids. Name one after me. Tell stories about Uncle Sam and our life but don't drag them into the hunt, alright? Promise me, Dean."
Dean nodded and kept on singing.
"When I rose above the noise and confusion,
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion,
I was soaring ever higher,
But I flew too high..."
Sam sighed and looked to the stars. He heard a faint ruffling of wings and knew Cas was here. He smiled. Funny how at death, all his senses were amplified. Looking a bit beyond, he saw a light. Mary stood there with her arms opened out to her baby boy, tears streaking down her face. John and Bobby stood behind her, eyes shining proudly at them. At him.
Sam closed his eyes and smiled. He was going home and he hoped that he won't have to see Dean for a good long time. He will wait patiently for him.
Dean felt the second Sam's soul departed the world. He knew Cas was behind him and allowed the angel to lay a hand on his shoulder. Dean refused to let any tears come out, knowing that the second he did, the dam would break.
"Let us go, Dean. Sam deserves to be given a proper hunter's burial."
As Dean gathered Sam's body in his arms and left the cemetery with Cas, he did not see the spirit of Sam staring at him with a sad smile. Cas did though. Sam nodded and mouthed, "Take care of him for me."
Cas nodded gravely and watched as Sam's soul left for Heaven. Cas followed Dean out of the cemetery and three became two.
Carry on my wayward son.
There will be peace when you are done.
Lay your weary head to rest.
Don't you cry no more...
FIN.
AN: I do not own Supernatural. The song used was "Carry on Wayward Son" by Kansas.
