Just a super short, super sad drabble inspired by Thomas Rhett's Die a Happy Man. Major character death.
Disclaimer: Not mine
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"Oh, if all I got is your hand in my hand
Baby, I could die a happy man."
Thomas Rhett, Die a Happy Man
Dean never expected to see his forties.
And yet, by some miracle, he had.
He was forty-three, he still had Sammy, and most importantly, he had Cas. How could a hunter ask for anything else?
So why was Cas crying?
Why was Sammy's lips moving in fervent prayer?
His head was pillowed in the crook of Cas's arm, there was a knife in his chest, and blood filled his mouth. By all accounts, he should have been terrified.
But he wasn't.
Cas's tender fingers cupped his cheek as their eyes met. His lips moved, but his strength was long gone. At least he was there in his angel's arms, his brother at his side. It was more than he ever could have hoped for.
A soft kiss was pressed to his lips and a warm tear splashed against his cheek as his eyes slid shut.
At least he could die a happy man.
Fin