And yet another sad fanfiction on my part... Haha, oh FYI the cover picture is where I got this idea from. I hope you like :D
The sky was a baby blue and it was beautiful but none of that mattered to Dean or registered in his mind. All he saw was red; the bright, alluring red of blood that shattered his vision and had called to him all his life. Everything in his life was gone; there was no dad or mum or Bobby or Castiel. Not even little Sammy. It was all over, the light was fading and Dean ready to leave. But then there came a light, swiftly followed by three more and they began to take shape.
The first was a man; an older version of Dean, more rugged and he looked as though the world was upon his shoulders. He wore similar clothes to Dean; a simple, grey shirt with an unbuttoned green-brown shirt over it though minus the blood, tears and rips. The moment he came into appearance Dean had the sense that he should stand to attention and salute. But he couldn't and so he stayed where he was; lying in a broken heap on the ground. The man had a few tears in his eyes.
The man took a step forward and spoke with hidden pride: pride for his son.
"You've carried on enough my son."
And the second light drew into focus, forming the body of another man. This one had a beard and wore clothes similar to the first although on top of his hair was a battered blue baseball cap. He had a rugged attire to him and Dean instantly relaxed, feeling at ease with this familiar fatherly figure.
The man nodded his head slightly as if in fatherly approval, then he spoke.
"You can have peace because now you're done."
And then the next light began to focus and it formed a beautiful woman the same age as the first man. She had long blonde hair that was swept over her right shoulder in a mesmerizingly enchanting way; like a waterfall of golden light. Her clothing was simple; just a mere white nightgown that drifted over her curves. Within his mind, heart and soul Dean suddenly felt at peace as the woman smiled at him and took a few steps closer, past where the men stood.
The woman let her tears fall from blue eyes as she watched Dean with love; love for her son.
"Lay your weary head to rest."
And the final light which seemed to shine the brightest began to come into focus and Dean ultimately knew who it was. The woman standing there was a few years younger than himself and her blonde tresses hung in perfect curls around her beautiful face. Her mouth was a small smile and she sighed lightly before looking down at Dean. Her clothes where again similar to Dean's though feminine; the buttoned up shirt pink and white plaid.
The woman knelt next to Dean and put her hand on the right side of his face caressingly.
"You don't have to cry anymore."
And Dean closed his eyes as they stood around him: his loved ones and he remembered their names:
His father; John Winchester.
His mother; Mary Winchester.
His father figure; Bobby Singer.
His lost love; Joanna Beth Harvelle.
And now he was going to heaven where he could find the final piece to his life; his little brother Sammy.
With that final thought Dean let go.
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