A/N: Just trying out the SPN fandom, the season finale wasn't leaving me be until I wrote about it. Right. The. Hell. Now. Anyway. Hope you enjoy!
Awareness crept along slowly, first encroaching the dark corners of his mind, then taking over completely. The tingling in his right forearm was the first thing he felt. The Mark of Cain pulsing like a living thing, shooting bursts of energy through his veins.
It was only when the warmth spread through his body that he realized he had been cold.
Panic overcame him when he couldn't remember where he was. Fear held his heart in a vice like grip when he didn't feel Sams presence. He had a connection with his baby brother, one that had been forged by both good old fashioned love and years spent in close proximity to one another along with the supernatural entities that had been far more entwined in their lives than any normal human beings. He always knew when Sam was near. But Dean couldn't feel Sams presence now.
Flashes of memory returned to him, blinding his mind with awareness when he had been so blissfully unaware. Metatron grinning at him sadistically as he plunged the angel blade into his chest, tearing through muscles, shattering his ribs. Sam, his look of utter anguish as he lept towards his fallen brother. Pain the likes of which he had never felt in his life turning his insides onto themselves as Metatron twisted the blade.
And Sam crying, holding him up, carrying him away from the warehouse. His empty platitudes and reassurancea that everything was going to be all right. That Dean was going to make it.
The moment he had realized that there was no going back. When he had felt the last vestige of his energy starting to leave him.
Him stopping Sam to tell him the only thing he could to make his brother forgive himself and move on from something that was definitely not his fault. Sammy was such a girl.
"I'm proud of us."
The feeling of his life literally draining away and cold taking over, spreading from his toes and fingertips and then holding his heart in an eternal embrace as his final breath escaped his lips.
A jolt of pain and sorrow ripped through him as he remembered that he was dead, that he wouldn't see Sam for a long, long time.
The Mark started to burn, setting pain shooting through his synapses as a familiar voice filled his awareness.
".. a new life.."
Dean felt himself being pushed under, his being taken over by something stronger than him.
"See as I see."
He felt the energy from the Mark completely covering his body now, felt himself thrumming in response to the power inside him.
"Let's go take a howl at the moon."
And Dean opened his eyes, a different man.