"I never wanted you to leave."

It's a little funny how the things turn in this life, always changing here and there. You can be one moment on the top of the world, and the next one, you're buried deep down on the ground. It was the destiny and all its unbelievable plans, making everything look so good, and then…so, so bad.

And there was Sam and Dean Winchester, feeling like they own the world. Hitting a road going nowhere, breathing like it was the most wonderful thing in the whole universe, singing songs that they loved and yet missing the lyrics. There was Sam and Dean, looking at each other like there was no time evolving them around. Getting lost into their eyes, hazel and jade, merging with every little sight. And for them, that just felt so fine.

But, life is like that, astonishing.

And sometimes, in a horrible way.

"I didn't, Sammy" his incredible green eyes traveled from the pale of Sam's neck skin, to their wet and bright eyes "I'm just here with you."

"You know what I mean." His large thin fingers made a way all over the still freckled cheekbones of his brother, and Dean leaned on the touch, and that just made it harder to breathe, because it felt just like an illusion. There was nothing of the warm that Dean used to have, left in his body.

Dean died a month ago, and Sam had to actually laugh, because fuck, they could beat every single monster in a blink of an eye, every mystical creature and all the things that the little kids were afraid of, but it had to be another human the one who finished with the life of his brother.

He doesn't even remember the name of the hunter, it was an accident, he was trying to help them with the case, but instead, he put Sam in a total misery. Sam was going to kill him, really he was, but he just left him unconscious and ran away with the cold body of Dean hanging in his arms.

He hated the feel of the blood in his hands, HIS blood, spilling down his clothes, leaving stains there, just to remind him how cruel this life can be.

"C'mon Sammy, I can't stand to see you cry" Dean took a lock of the long hair of Sam and put it behind his ear "what can I do to make you feel better?" his fingertips, like ice, caressed the bare skin of his brother's arms.

Sam got goose bumps then, looking down at his brother who was sitting on the couch, under his body. Dean was staring at him, so intently that he almost fell off his lap.

How could it be possible to death eyes to have that bright, to still shinning like he meant everything for his brother?

Dean smiled.

He took Sam's face in his hands and made him lean down until there was no distance between them. He brushed his lips over his brother's and then he kissed Sam so slow, so cold, so impossible.

He broke the kiss just to take in his tongue a little tear that fell down Sam's cheek.

"Stay." Sam said into the kiss. Breathless.

"I'm here Sammy" A sigh. "I'm here, I'm not gonna leave you."

Dean died not so long ago, but he took the life of Sam with him.

Love has strange ways to be showed. There are heartbreaking stories that claim to be told. There were two brothers who stepped into love deeper and deeper every day, falling into a terrifying kind of romance, with no turning back.

Sam and Dean Winchester, who loved each other… beyond death.