Title: Life is Beautiful
Fandom: SPN
Characters: Dean, Sam
Warnings: Angst, deathfic
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Nothing good ever came out of the west coast.
West Virginia was beautiful, Dean Winchester reflected, hands in his back pockets and eyes sweeping the horizon. No good radio stations but it was still beautiful.
The Impala rested behind him in the overlook's parking lot. She needed a good wash and wax, the mountain's dirt and dust dulling her brilliant sheen. The thought depressed Deana little.
Maybe somewhere a little more western—say, California—would have been a better choice, but Dean wanted to be as far from the west coast as possible. Nothing good ever happened there, and he wanted this to be good.
West Virginia was beautiful, Dean repeated to himself. The overlook gave him an excellent view of the mountains, a deep blue river cutting through them to create a jagged valley. The setting sun painted the lush trees crimson, and Dean felt it was only appropriate.
Dean casually slipped his gun from the back of his pants. Its bullets were silver, only one missing.
Dean put the barrel between his lips. Soon, two would be missing.
Sitting in the passenger seat of the abandoned Impala, a bloody trial staining his chest down to his stomach, Sam Winchester screamed. Dean couldn't hear him over the click of the safety.
Dean couldn't hear anything over the roar of the bullet.