Last Words
Inspired by a post on tumblr.
First words spoken by characters-
Dean: 'Night Sam
Sam: Do I have to go?
...What if their last words were the same?
Sam and Dean are lying side by side on the cold ground. They are broken, bruised and battered and have travelled far but now they have come to journeys end and it is time for them both to leave this world.
Dean looks wearily over at Sam; his eyes are half closed and blood trickles from the corner of his mouth. His breathing is shallow and interspersed with wet coughs that gurgle and hiss in his chest.
"I guess we drew the short straw this time huh Sammy" Dean murmurs, hardly speaking through the pain. His vision is blurred but he keeps his gaze fixed on his little brother. A tear slips down his muddied cheek, but he manages to breathe a sad laugh. "I'll see you on the other side okay?"
Sam whimpers as another cough racks his body, and his chest jerks, trying to pull in air.
Dean grits his teeth, hoping to pull himself closer to where he lay, but the pain was too much. He cursed, stretching his arm out to found Sam's icy fingers; and he held on tight. "S'ok Sam, it's going to be ok, ssh it's alright. You can let go now"
His eyes flicker open, searching for Dean. They were glazed with pain and their usual storm blue was dull, like the tornado had grown tired and faded into the horizon.
Sam's found his gaze and locked on. "Dean?" His voice came out in a whisper.
"Yeah Sammy?"
"Do I have to?"
Dean squeezed his hand. "S'ok, I'll meet you there. Just go to sleep Sam." His eyes flicker close, and shallow breaths rasp in his throat.
Blackness seeps into Dean's sight, but he pushes it back for just a little longer.
"How 'bout I sing huh? Like when you were little, remember that?" Sam's lips twitch in the smallest of smiles
Dean sighs softly, a few tears filling his eyes and he coughs weakly,
"And anytime you feel the pain, hey jude
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders"
Sam's eyes close, and his head falls back to rest on the ground.
"For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder"
Sam shudders once, then he breathes out; and it is like the breeze receding through autumn leaves back into the south. He grows still.
"Sam. Sam? Sammy?"
Nothing.
Dean lets the pain wash over him and surrenders to the darkness.
"'Night Sam"
He doesn't know how long it takes to carry him off, and he doesn't know how long it's been since he closed his eyes, but when he opens them again it is to a light that glows warmly all around him. He feels weightless and a deep calm settles over him. He rises, squinting through the light and slowly it begins to dim…. And shows him a familiar sight.
The rickety house, the Impala parked out front, the smell of whiskey, leather, old books and beer. It's Bobby's. And the run down door is swung open and leaning on the doorframe is Sam. He is clean of blood, his clothes are fresh, and a merry smile lifts his face. He looks young again, and happy. Dean steps forward and Sam's smile splits into a grin.
"You're late"
There we have it. Hope you enjoyed this little one shot :)