AN: Done for the E/O Challenge: Late. Dead Again, works as a sequel, but can be read alone.
"Dean! You stupid son of a bitch, don't you dare die on me now! Dean!" Sam yelled, shaking his brother's shoulders. Just that small amount of contact got Dean's blood all over him, but he didn't care.
Dean gazed up at his brother, eyes foggy with pain. "Sammy. S'ok. It'll be…" he slumped against the ground, eyes closed.
"No. Dean!" But his brother was gone.
There was a sound behind Sam, a rustle of feathers and a trench coat. Sam cradled his brother, not turning around to see the person he knew was standing there.
"You're too late. He's gone."