Summary: At the very end.
It wasn't supposed to end like this, yeah, at one point or another Dean knew it would end, but not like this. It was not supposed to end this way.
Dean tried to swallow only to choke and cough up some of the blood that clogged his throat.
His body was heavy, like something was holding him down and no matter how hard he struggled he couldn't move, couldn't get his body to obey his thoughts.
Dean remembered asking his dad once if Dying hurt, the reply had been textbook, 'dying is painless and peaceful', seven year old Dean had believed that, had still trusted that his dad knew everything.
What a load of Bull, Dying was painful, it was brutal, it ached, it burned, and it just hurt so damn much… then again maybe it was different for normal people, people who knew nothing of what went on in the shadows.
Dean opened his eyes, he hadn't realized that he had even closed them, he let his eyes dart about, unable to move his head, and a ghost of a smile appeared on his lips as Sam came crashing over to him.
"Dean! DEAN!" Sam shouted as he grabbed at Dean.
Dean suddenly felt the weight lift, he felt lighter now that Sam was here, as though that made something different somehow.
Dean reached up to grip Sam's sleeves weakly, he smiled up at his little brother, then there was darkness and Dean wished that Cas' had been there too, he would have liked to see those blue eyes once more, it would have been like seeing the sky above him, then maybe with the weightlessness he felt he could pretend that he was flying.
I know some people probably hate me at the moment but I was having a moment, Dean just drew the short straw. Sorry.