So proud
Disclaimer : I do not own Supernatural or any of it's characters.
Summary : ''They spoke no words, because no words were necessary'' Alternative ending to Swan Song.
English is not my mother tongue, so please let me know if there are any mistakes. Reviews are appreciated. Enjoy ! =)
He watched his little brother step back from him, gasping. Everything, every muscle, every bone of his face were hurting. He could only see with one eye, because the other one was nothing else than a huge, swollen bruise. But what he was seeing with his functional eye was simply beautiful.
Here it was, the familiar look into those hazel, puppy dog eyes, and for one second, one tiny little moment, he felt no pain. Because Sammy was here, and he was okay. He had done it. Satan is gone. Sammy has done it.
He found himself thinking that this whole apocalyptic crap was finally over. That he and Sam were going to get in the Impala, drive to the cheapest motel, take care of his injuries, and go to sleep.
But Winchesters never had happy endings, he remembered.
''It's okay Dean. I'ts gonna be okay. I've got him ! ''
His vision was getting blurry, and things were going so, so fast. He could not move, could not even speak. All he could do was watch this enormous, scary black hole emerge form the ground, and Sam standing dangerously close to it.
And then, just like that, Sam was kneeling in front of him, pulling him into a tight, desperate hug. They spoke no words, because no words were necessary. He never wanted to let go. He would not let anything take Sammy away from him, not event a lame ass black hole from hell. Not this time, not after everything.
It was Sam who broke free from their embrace, gently pulling his brother's arms away from his body, keeping one hand in his. He pulled something out of his pocket, place it into Dean's palm, and closed his big brother's fingers into a fist.
''Try to not throw it away this time, big bro' '' was all he said.
One last, final look. Full of sadness, full of fear, full of farewells. But despite the blood staining his entire face, despite the burning pain in his chest, despite the huge lump in his throat, Dean smiled. Because he was so proud of his little brother. Of everything he had done. And of how much I love him.
He still had that smile when Sam jumped into the hole, once again proving the entire world how strong the kid was. He opened his palm, and placed his beloved amulet around his neck, feeling a wave of warmth as he did.
''I won't, Sammy.''