I have been having some trouble trying to upload this, so I will start over. THIS CONTAINS CHARACTER DEATH. I do not own Supernatural. Feel free to cry, I'm not judging.
"I'm proud of us, Sammy." The words brushed across the bloody and bruised lips of the dying man. He looked into the brown eyes of his killer. There was so much he tried to fit into those words. He wanted to tell his little brother how sorry he was. How much he loved him. How he was happy with his adventures during life. He wanted to describe all the feelings and emotions that wrapped over his body, as long lost friends and enemies. He wanted to list everything about anything that he ever experienced. He couldn't though.
All he wanted to do was to tell his brother how proud he was. From the moment he carried him through the flames, he knew he was a fighter, and Sam a survivor. He was proud from their first hunt together, when he saw determination spread across the boy's face. How proud he was when he could tell dad off, during his drunken angry rants. He wanted to tell him how proud he was, that Sam never resorted to the horrible ways Dean had managed to scrape up money. The credit card frauds even seemed to low for him. He wanted to tell him how proud he was that his brother had been able to just walk out. He knew that that was the moment Sam had broken him, but it was worth it to see him stretch his unused wings and take off. He wanted to smile and say how proud he felt when he saw him standing there when Dad went missing. Alive and well, with a life and a girlfriend, no less. He wanted to tell Sam about the pride he felt when Sam was able to pin him down, even out of practice. He wanted to say that with every fallen monster, falling tear, perfect gunshot and slice of a knife. Every person saved and war ended. He wanted to tell him that up until the moment he couldn't. The moment he felt nothing, not even the familiar pride. He wanted to, somewhere in his soul, when his brother lay dying in his bloodied arms.
He couldn't. Not until he himself, was hanging from a hunter's knife. One that looked so much like his brother, with his shaggy moose hair, and puppy-brown eyes. He freed the emotions, stuck in his chest and smiled a sincere smile, for the first time in a century. He looked at the hunter with tears in his eyes.
"Real proud" He whispered at the confused man who was not his brother. He prayed to the missing, fallen and once great angel, Castiel, that his brother may hear him and forgive him. Dean Winchester shoved the demon knife farther into his heart. Then everything went as black as his eyes.