Title: Dying Breath
A/N: You know what this is: another fic about Dean and the selling of his soul to that skanky crossroads demon. Well, mine isn't any different from the others but I just wanted to write about it.
Summary: Dean wants to give him this. Nothing for everything.
Dean wants to give him this. A chance. Sam has always wanted something better than hunting- this half-life where you don't really live at all. Sam was probably the only one who'd ever lived, really lived in their family. So he doesn't hesitate. He doesn't wait a single minute more than he has to, to rip open and give everything he has for someone he loves more than everything he ever will be.
He already knew that he wouldn't have a future, so this is just like giving up nothing for everything, for Sam. His soul is in shreds and he doesn't think that he can go on knowing that every member of his little family- the family that he tried so hard to keep together- is gone. He can't just go back to that place, to Sam knowing that he could have done something. Sam who doesn't breathe anymore, Sam who doesn't bitch or hog the shower, Sam who doesn't smile or radiate that heat that had Dean clamoring for the A/C when they were kids and had to share a bed. Seeing Sam so cold and lifeless killed Dean. Everything good or noble or anything that was ever worth a damn about himself died with Sam. But he doesn't care about any of that. He just wants his little brother back.
So he doesn't hesitate, doesn't think twice about everything he might be ruining, everyone he could be letting down. What he does think about is how goddamn much he misses him. How annoying and guilt-ridden and fucking good Sam was. And still can be. If he just does this one little inconsequential thing like selling his soul. Ten years is all he needs to never be sad again. Ten years alive with his brother, with the only person he had, no, has left is all he needs to die in peace.
But when the crossroads demon only gives him one year, he does hesitate. Her eyes glimmer playfully, cruelly and he can feel tears burning his eyes. He should say no, because no way is this fair, no way should he only get a year when everyone else gets so much more. In his mind he sees that future of ten years worth of love and happiness dying and then he thinks of Sam, dead and never enjoying a minute of it. And Dean wants Sam to be happy, to live and see that everything isn't just fiery pain and fiery death and the endless hunt for fiery revenge-even if that doesn't include his big brother.
''Til the end of the world, little brother, 'til the end of the world. And into Hell if I have to.'
And he turns back around and seals his death with a kiss.
End