Dean Winchester was dying. For real this time. He had no intention of coming back this time. He groaned as he turned his head towards his baby brother, who was covered in blood next to him. They had been attempting to help a man get out of his crossroads deal. When the hell hounds came around, the Winchester boys had their guns and knives ready. But the hounds wouldn't let anything get in their way.
Now Sam and Dean were dying. Dean looked Sam. He had his hands over his stomach, unsuccessfully trying to hold in his insides. Dean's torso had been reduced to ribbons. Sam whimpered as he reached out a hand to Dean. "Shhhh, Sammy, don't worry. I'm here. Just close your eyes, it will be over soon." Dean croaked, smiling at Sam. Sam took one last shaky breath before closing his eyes. "Sam." Dean called. "Sammy?". "He's gone Dean." said a sad, rough voice. Castiel. Dean couldn't say anything. Damn it. This was the last possible time to tell Cas how he really felt about him. To tell that angel how much he loved him. A tear rolled down Dean's cheek as he took his last breath. Ever.
Okay, that was sad! The next chapter gets happy, I promise!