A/N Preseries, AU slightly, a Deathfic, because I have so much to do, but I just can't concentrate. The description of Sam's room is pretty acuratate to my own, what in God's effing Earth made me choose geography and music, so much work, if I am not writing lyrics and tossing them all over the floor, I am drawing graphs
Disclaimer Supernatural is © CW
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Sam sat hunched over his desk, papers littered all over the floor and bed, his cell phone, peeking out from under some graphs. The room was dark, lit only by one light bulb, the sun had disappeared over the horizon long ago, and clouds covered the night sky, as rain fell onto his skylights; occasionally the entire room would glow in a spark of lightning. His phone began to glow and vibrate; lighting up his face in an electronic glow, Sam looked curiously at the caller ID, DEAN.
"Hey, Dean what do you want"
"Hey Sam, how's Stanford" Dean replied a breathless quality to his voice.
"Fine, I was just studying when you called" Sam said wanting to know what his estranged brother wanted at this ungodly hour "So how come you are calling"
"Can a brother not call, his favourite little brother, wish him well, check up on, what his overlarge brain is" Dean began to pant down the phone, unable to finish his sentence, trying to not to drop the phone. Muffled fumbling came down the line, Sam was beginning to get worried.
"Look bro, are you alright, 'cause you don't sound to hot" concern etched in Sam features and covered his voice.
"I'm fine Sam I just wanted to say" Dean's voice began to break "That I'm proud of you" Deans breathing was now shaky and weak; "and I know someday, you'll be some world class lawyer and, I just wanted you to know that no matter what happens I'll always love" Dean voice was now barely more than a whisper "you, and thanks for being an awesome little brother" the sound of retching and chocking came down the line. "Goodbye Sam"
"Dean, just tell me where you are, I'll come get you or call 911 okay, get help where are you, come on Dean this ain't goodbye, we've never been to the Grand Canyon or been to Vegas, come on Dean talk to me man" Tears were streaming down Sam's face, glistening in the light. Choking continued to hammer down the line, and Sam heard a clinking as the phone was dropped and fell away from his brother. "Come on man, somebody anybody help him" a faint gagging echoed down the line and the sound of rain falling could be heard flitting down the line.
800 miles away, in a muddy field, soaked in blood, a man who spent his entire life looking out for other people, fell silent, his corpse and soul joining those whom he had tried to save. 3 days later a man with long shaggy hair rocked the man, back and thro screaming at the heavens in vain for him to come back.
A/N This is the second deathfic I've wrote where I have killed Dean. Sorry when I feel depressed/stressed because deadlines a cropping up everywhere. Review please.