A/N: I don't own supernatural and I am really sorry about this. It was supposed to be light, but it didnt turn out that way? I know. It's AU, but not part of my other verse. More of a how the show could end sort of thing. I hope to god it doesn't end like this. Well, tell me what you think and as always, enjoy.
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Sam Winchester, the new king of Hell, stepped in through its iron gates on October 10th. Not a particularly special day. Nothing was happening. Oddly enough, the world seemed at peace that particular day. Figures.
But before he stepped in, he turned to look at his sleeping brother. He stared at the man in the motel bed, ignorant of the world at this particular moment. The man that raised him, held him up, stood by his side, believed in him, trusted him. His big brother.
And as Sam leaned down to plant a kiss on his brother's forehead, he decided to do one last thing before he left. One thing that he could do to finally help his larger-than-life, don't-need-any-help brother.
Dean Winchester woke up, the word "Sam," still fresh on his lips. That name was important, he knew it was. He could feel it in his, well, his everything (if that makes any sense). Dean just knew that the word Sam was important too him. It was the most important thing in the world. His Sammy. He needed to find this man. He needed to see him.
Now if only he could remember who this man was.
Tears drip onto, Dean's pillow, and he sits stunned for a while. Where did those come from?
His. They were his.
And suddenly, a sense of guilt and loss overcomes Dean as he sobs. He's lost…what? What has he lost? He hasn't lost anything.
And in the corner, an angel, once fallen, watches as Dean wipes his tears. He watches as Dean forgets about Sam and the apocalypse and the team that Dean once so affectionately called, 'Team Free Will. He watches as Dean forgets it all; him included.
The angel watches as Dean falls back asleep, only to awake at the crack of dawn. He watches as Dean rouses and as he hums to himself while he brushes his teeth. He watches as Dean acts like being alone is second nature to him, like he never had a partner, like he never had a brother or a surrogate father or a best friend.
He watches as Dean wonders out loud why there is a second bed and where the other duffel came from.
He also watches as Dean reaches up to his neck, as if to search for something. A necklace.
But by the time Dean's eyes finally wander to the corner where the angel was, the angel has stopped watching.
This is the story of the end of Team Free Will.