It's done.

Finally, after all this time, after all the suffering and the sacrificing – it is over.

The battle and the blood and the breaking and the hurting – the very thing that once united the brothers, has now laid down to rest.

They kept on fighting because they could see an end to it all, they had a purpose and they could almost touch the thing that they had been fighting to reach for almost all their life – it would finally be worth it, it would finally pay off...

But no.

Everything quieted down, and they no longer saw an end to it all – now, they only saw a great big sea of nothingness, and of pointlessness, and they lived the rest of their lives in the void.

In the end, after all was done, Sam and Dean Winchester awkwardly went their separate ways and ended up on retirement homes – old, broken, sad and alone.

Dean died of kidney failure at a fairly old age because of his alcoholism. Sam heard of this, and so he became even more introverted and spent even more time sitting in the café and staring out the window. He didn't cry.

A traditional funeral was held with traditional music sounding from the organ, and a priest speaking of holiness and the afterlife as if it were something beautiful and complete. The only people there were from the retirement home, and the one nurse from the other retirement home, and they were all mumbling to each other and shaking their heads, and "Ramble On" was not played once. Sam was pushed in his wheelchair through the heavy church doors by that same nurse, and she felt sorry for him, and he just felt so tired.

Eventually, Sam too fell asleep one night and didn't wake up. Another funeral was held, and the only people there were from the retirement home, and one of them cried. With no-one there to remember them, they were buried and forgotten, and so the Winchester era faded into nothing as their once immortal bodies were slowly and humiliatingly easily won over by mud and dirt.

And this was not even the end, because life is not merciful and neither is death. Beyond the darkness was just another place, just another battle and just another place to hurt. And so they would continue, round and round, until nothing was left of the boys who lived and died according to heart, and this… is where they finally, definitively, died.