Jesus fucking Christ I hate myself for this. It's so fuckin' sad. I was crying by the end of writing it. And I was writing while listening to "Home" by Phil Phillips. Very sad song, etc. Enjoy, and R&R.
Hello, old friend, and here we are. All of us, on the last page of our story. By the time you read these words, we'll probably be gone. So know that even though we didn't live well, and were okay in the end. And not just our type of okay. We were legitimately okay.
Above all else, know this was always going to happen, and we're very grateful. Sometimes we worry about you, though. I think once we're gone, you won't be coming back down here for a while, and you're probably gonna be alone, which you shouldn't be. Don't be alone, Cas. Don't go back to how you were before.
And, please, do one more thing for us. If you can, go back in time. Just once. There are two little boys waiting in a motel room. They're gonna need a lot of hope for the years ahead. Go and tell them a story. Tell them that there are days coming that they won't ever forget. Tell them they'll stop the apocalypse. They'll meet an angel, who becomes their most trusted friend. Tell them that they'll slam the doors of hell shut in the end and that they'll live out the rest of their days picking off the final monsters in the world. Tell them that they'll die as they lived, with a gun in their hands.
Tell them that this is the story of Sam and Dean Winchester.
And this is how it ends.
Dean remembered the letter they'd left sitting in the glove box of the Impala, in case this mission was the one where they hit the big one. He turned as much as he could towards Sam, laying beside him, blood trickling out of his mouth. Still, he offered the ghost of a smile. Dean offered up the same smile. Then, his final word, his voice rickety. "Bitch."
"Jerk," Sam replied shakily, smiling at his older brother.
They were really saying, goodbye. I love you. See you on the other side, bro.
After a few minutes, one set of ragged breathing ceased. Dean stretched slightly, feeling darkness closing in on him, and unable to speak, mouthed one final word, which would've been pleading if he had his voice. "Sammy."
Then his own breathing failed, and the next thing he saw was Heaven.