It was unavoidable. Nothing could be done this time, and Dean knew it. He had thought he would've been the first one to go, but fate thought he was the one who deserved to live, time after time. Dean was surprised at the tears falling down his face and dropping slowly onto the freshly mounded dirt. All the other moments when people important to him died, he had been silent and sullen. Angry, even. Angry that they were the ones who had been sacrificed, not him, who he thought really was the one who should of died. Crying was never his sort of thing, Bottling up his emotions until he bursted with feeling and destroyed something, was his sort of thing.
Tears were pouring off of his face now, like rain off of someone's umbrella as they walked home in a rainstorm. Dean crumpled to the ground onto his knees, knowing that they were not coming back. Not this time, and not ever again. Straighting up his back, Dean told himself to pull it together. He reached into his pocket, and took out a crumpled piece of paper. Shaking while getting up from the ground, he took a deep breath, then smoothed out the paper on his thigh to read it.
" Hey. You're gone now, but I hope you are still listening, because I didn't get to say goodbye properly. We spent so much time together, and I know I'll never find anyone as great as you. I'll never find someone who could make anyone happy, even old, broken, me. The sun will never be as bright as your smile. I could never be as lost in a deep, dark forest as I got lost in your eyes. Even I didn't know you for long, I felt like we had known each other for eternity. There was no such thing as being bored when I was with you. You were tsunami that drowned away my sadness, and a torch that lit my way through the darkness. If I listed all the great things about you, I would be here forever, so I'm not going to do that."
He forced himself to chuckle, but it did nothing. So he continued.
"My life wasn't the same when you stepped into it. It was better. I wish I could go with you wherever you are now. But that would be selfish, as I need to keep the bad things away from Earth. So let me just say I love you and always will. And goodbye."
Dean sniffled, then rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. He folded the paper, then gently placed it on the grave. "Goodbye," he whispered, then walked away slowly, not looking back.
Hi, so I was in a weird mood today and wrote this. I tried to make it so that the person who died could be anyone you ship him with. It's kinda OOC, because I wasn't sure who the person was going to be, so I just made him Dean. For my fanfic Are Angels Technically Aliens, I've been having writers' block, so sorry. And this is short, I'm also sorry, I have a strange inability to write long stories. I need to work on that. Thanks for reading!