Note: I have never done something quite like this before – but my feelings about the last two episodes are fragmented, much like this little drabble. I'm in yet another writing rut, this is an attempt to dig myself out of it. I wouldn't really consider this spoiler-y but you are warned just in case!
Summary: Set somewhere in the future – Dean gets his amulet back. Could be considered a drabble, but it's a bit longer.
End.
He kneels on the ground.
Tears fall.
An unexpected sacrifice
A siblings love.
The battle won –
But a brother lost.
An Angel speaks,
"This belongs to you."
An amulet on a string.
He clutches the treasure and sobs,
"Bring him back."
A sympathic, but firm response.
An angry, desperate reply,
"But – he's m'brother."
"He is at peace."
He turns around, but the Angel is gone – his duty fulfilled.
The world is saved.
A mournful howl pierces the air.
"No! No!"
Another broken sob, an attempt to hug the broken body before him.
A thought that this wasn't supposed to happen again.
Things were supposed to be different.
"Come back…come back…please…"
A person wrenching him away – a soothing voice in his ear.
Telling him nothing can be done – it's too late.
Too little too late.
"No! Sammy!" He screams incoherently, tears streaming, memories flashing.
But there is no reply, no dimpled cheeks – no innocent laugh.
Only mournful silence.
…Dean is alone.
Well there is it…I hope you liked it, maybe some day I will expand upon it…hmmm…
Thanks for reading, and yeah sorry about the title – I couldn't think of anything!
Ashley