I originally wrote this in Finnish, but now I decided to translate it in English. Why? Because I'm (almost) literally bored to death and I have absolutely nothing to do.
Inspiration to this fanfic came from one video I watched from Youtube.
Short Death!fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own ):
"Thank you", the woman said, pulling her daughter safe under her arms. She hugged her daughter tightly and long. She just wanted to go away. She wanted to go home.
Woman turned smiling and sat into her car next to her daughter. They drove off to the darkness.
Sam fell on to his knees on the muddy ground. He was holding his arms on his stomach, but blood was still flowing underneath them. That Wendigo they were hunting had been hard to kill, harder than they had thought.
"Sammy.." Dean sighed and knelt next to his brother. They both had just a little time left.
Dean slid sitting back against Impala. Sam looked at his brother a tired look on his face. Practically he was holding his own insides inside. Only his hands were on the way.
"You remember when we were little-" Dean started and coughed some blood. It dyed his jaw red.
"You were about ten. You asked me 'Dean, what it's like to die?'"
Sam smiled and closed his eyes. Nothing really hurt anymore.
"Yeah? What did you answer?"
Dean didn't answer right away. His breathing was intermittent.
"I told you it it wasn't going to be topic-" he coughed some more, "for many years."
Sam chuckled weakly, and more blood dripped to the ground. He was starting to pass out.
"It wasn't topic-" Sam coughed more, and this time it hurt. Tear escaped from the corner of his eye.
"It wasn't topic f-for thirteen years."
"Sammy.." Dean started. Sam opened his eyes and looked at his brother.
"M'sorry."
Sam shook his head.
"You hav'nothing to be sorry for.. nothing"
"Yes, I have.. Listen-" Coughing and more blood. "I never defended you f-from dad."
Sam tried to lift himself up a little, but fell back to his knees with a cry. Panic rose to Dean's face.
"Sammy..!"
Quickly Sam breathed in, trying to forget the pain.
"M'alright."
Sam saw Dean relaxing against Impala, and he knew they would die very soon.
"Dean..." Sam started. "Heroes aren't meant to live forever."
Dean laughed a little and looked Sam into his eyes. He tried to say something, but words got stuck into his throat.
"Dean!" Sam shouted. He was scared. He saw Dean going limp against Impala and his eyes closed.
Single tear fell on to Sam's cheek.
"Dean..." he whispered. He closed his eyes and felt a snowflake touch his face.
Lying on the snow, he let himself fall into unconsciousness knowing that there were no reason to hold on anymore.
End.