Headcanon for the end of season gr8. Characters belong to Kripke.
A Lynyrd Skynyrd cassette is playing from Dean's bedside table as he's curled up beneath his blankets, slowly fading away. Sam hasn't left his side. They're just existing in silence for whatever time they have left, not ruining the few remaining moments with words. Simple Man begins to play and Dean, for the first time in hours, opens his eyes. Just slightly, only a sliver of green. He reaches for his brother's hand and Sam accepts the offer immediately, holding Dean's in both of his own. Sam's eyes are dull, gray in his grief, and welling tears threaten to break his resolve. It was Sam's time to be strong, to keep himself composed.
"Don't turn this into a chick flick." Dean's voice is barely a whisper, cracking his words in half.
Sam forces a smile and shakes his head. "Jerk."