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A/N: So I intended for this to be a one-shot but I kept on thinking about Dean and so this came along. Has POVs from Dean, Crowley, and Sam.
"Dean." Sam tried again only for Dean to stop him.
"Sam no." he said determined, Sam sighed tired of the same fight happening again and again.
"But people are dying." he pleaded.
"People die everyday." Dean countered.
"Not like this." Sam said with a shake of his head. He turned away from Sam and starting going through the weapons bag.
"No Sam, I said no before and I'll say it again I am not going to lose you I'm not!" he shouted as he found duller knives and their blade sharpener. When Sam was mad he wanted to talk, when Dean was mad he wanted to fight and when he couldn't fight he cleaned and sharpened their weapons. Since he had cleaned their guns the last time they had this argument Sam guessed that that meant it was time to sharpen the blades.
"Dean!" Sam tried for volume but Dean glared at him, effectively shut it down yet again. He was never going to get Dean to agree. No matter how many people were killed, no matter how many people died, Dean was never going to agree that his death was necessary which he both hated and loved Dean for.
He loved that Dean cared about him more then any other person in the world, but he hated that Dean wouldn't let go even though they knew it was the only option. Ever since the angels fell, and Abaddon had gone back to hell and taken over things had gone from bad to worse. The angels may have been douche bags, but they had stopped the demons from doing bad things. When they had all fallen and the demons had learned about it, they had stopped fighting each other and fully attacked the surface with Abaddon as their new leader.
Humans were dying every day in mass quantities, life as they had known it was over. People didn't leave their houses anymore, and everyone knew about demons the only way for people to stay safe was to be in demon protected homes. It was no way for anyone to live and anytime any one tried to leave to get food or water they died. The human race wasn't going to last much longer.
Then there was Cas, Cas had been out there trying to help people against demons and had died while trying to do it, and without his grace this time they were pretty sure he was going to stay dead. Dean hadn't taken his death well and it only made him that more determined to keep Sam from sacrificing himself. Which only had increased his determination to finish it, as Sam didn't want to die he knew that it was the only way to save everyone else.
Now that he knew that Dean was never going to agree he was going to have to do it without him. The problem was that they didn't go near demons, ever since Sam had told Dean the first time that they had to finish what they had started. They just stayed at the man of letters bunker, pretending like the world wasn't to hell outside their little impenetrable bunker. Dean watched his every move, watching to make sure that Sam didn't try to run away and do it anyways. So Sam had told him what he wanted to hear, told him that Dean was right, that he wasn't going to do anything. Of course Dean knew his brother too well to take his statement at face value. However after 2 weeks of doing his best acting he managed to break Dean's guard enough to slip him some sleeping pills, some very powerful sleeping pills and had left in the middle of the night.
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Dean woke up later with a powerful pain in his stomach and head, only to be immediately capsized by the pain in his heart. There was only person who could have drugged him and only one reason he would have done it.
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Crowley drove until he got there, his exhaustion surprising him. Even in his mostly human state, tiredness hadn't been something he had felt. Nor was he used to the coffee it took to keep him awake. The string of swear words he let out a few hours ago when his coffee had fallen onto his right leg had been clear evidence of that. He had taken the car that Sam had probably stolen to get to him. Was is wrong to take an already stolen car if you were prepared to bring it back to the owner? He shook his head as moral rightness was a question he hadn't thought about in years.
Sooner then he thought though, he had found the place that Sam had written on the letter. He starred at the motel room door, if he knocked Dean was going to blow his head off. If he mailed the letter, Dean was going to find him and blow his head off. Pretty much Crowley couldn't think of single way Dean was going to find out and leave his head in it's proper place on his head. Still he promised Sam and apparently aggravating as it was that meant something to him now.
He fiddled around in the car trying to find something to distract him just a little longer from what he knew he had to do. He hit the button the opened the glove box, and saw something there. He took the item out of the glove box and held it up, it was a gun. It wasn't the first gun he had ever held up, far from it. In fact was of his most prized possession had been that gun that had bullets made from an angel killing sword. He blinked, as he remember the look on the angels face as it had died, instead of filling him with pleasure like it used the image made him tremble with guilt.
He didn't want to hurt anyone anymore, Dean the least of which who he had already hurt a lot in his short human life span. He also didn't want Dean to blow his head off, so he took the gun with him as he exited the car and made his way to the door. He stared at it for a moment then decided meeting the angry Winchester was probably not good idea, instead he shoved the letter under the small space underneath the door, and turned around to get back into the car when the door opened. Bollocks.
"Stay where you are." Dean voice bellowed at him, Crowley not knowing whether a gun would kill him or not, didn't want to test Dean and stayed still. Dean was in front of him now and staring at him in an expression that he pegged as scared even though he was the one holding on gun on him.
"Go into the room." Dean said and he nodded towards the room. Crowley started backing slowly up and made his way through the doorway, he backed up until he saw the devil's trap which he had just walked through. He guessed that he really was human now, such a great time to discover this was when he had a gun on him, he thought bleakly.
Dean swallowed and his hand shook a little along with the rest of his body.
"Where's Sam?" he demanded in a quiet voice that betrayed that fact that he knew where Sam was, but just didn't want to believe it yet. Crowley pointed to the letter still on the floor in the beginning of the brilliant red devil's trap. Dean lowered the gun and walked to the letter. Crowley took his own gun from behind his back, surprised that Dean hadn't seen it and pointed it towards Dean in case he got trigger happy again. Dean however didn't seem to notice as he was reading the letter.
Now that he thought about it he really should have mailed that letter, and ran like hell then he wouldn't be in this mess. Crowley noticed Dean face slowly become more and more broken and tearful as he read though it. Those two brothers really cared about each other. Crowley wished that he had someone who cared about him the way these two cared about each other. Dean's knees seemed to give out on him as he crumbled to the floor, he started looking at his gun in a funny way. Crowley knew that look, it was the look of a man who had nothing left to live for and wanted to die. Dean Winchester didn't deserve the fact that awaited him if he took his own life though, and Crowley already had lakes of blood on his hands. Killing was supposed to be wrong, there were several deaths that he had caused that had given him pleasure before that gave him pain now. But this, this he could do for Dean, Dean who didn't deserve any pain in his life, who deserved like his brother to be free. Crowley made his choice, one choice in thousands that he wouldn't be haunted later by and shot Dean Winchester in the head.
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Dean appeared in a grassy field in the middle of nowhere, the only thing around was a long road. It was night and the moon was only showing a sliver. The breeze was cool making the heat in the air tolerable. He heard a rumbling and found there was on the road and he saw his baby coming down it, his baby stopped right before it got to him. The door opened and Sam stepped out, looking more happier and healthier then Dean could ever remember seeing Sam be before. Sam looked at Dean and frowned though.
"Dean? Tell me what happened?" Dean remembered then, the letter and then Crowley.
"You left me." he accused sadly.
"I'm sorry Dean, but I had to." he told him apologetically. Dean nodded.
"So how are you here?" Sam asked slowly, and Dean knew he was asking how he had died.
"Crowley shot me." he said, and Sam eyes widened.
"Crowley but he's human, he'd supposed to be good now!" Sam said shocked and angrily. Dean nodded, and bit his lip.
"I think...I think he was trying to help me...he knew that I didn't want to live without you." Sam looked at him sadly. "And now I don't have to...are we...is this?" he trailed off.
"Heaven." Sam said with a slight smile, Dean smiled a little as well.
"So we're here, together. Where are we?" Dean asked confused.
"Remember that time I was up half the night studying, and you told me that I was going to stay up it had better because of something awesome?" Sam asked with a grin "You forced me into the car without my books and drove me for 7 hours without even telling me where we were going. Then you stopped here." he said gesturing to the grassy field around them. Dean grinned as he remembered that night as well. Sam had bitched the whole way about needing to study for his test, and demanded that Dean take him back or at least tell him where they were going.
"I remember not even coming out of the car at first until you made me, and then I saw it more clearly then ever before. A meteor shower," Sam laughed "I failed my test the next day, it was the only one I had ever failed, and I didn't even mind." Sam said with a grin, Dean grinned back as well. "It was such a beautiful sight and I was there with the person that I cared about the most, who knew what I needed even when I didn't know myself." Sam said his eyes shining with moisture and Dean found his eyes doing the same.
"I..." Sam looked down at the ground " I think when we were here before that the angels messed with our memories to make it easier for us to do what they wanted us to do." Dean frowned and nodded, that made sense and he couldn't believe that he hadn't seen in back then. Why hadn't he seen it back then?
"I'm sorry Sam for how things were back then." Dean apologized, Sam smiled at him totally forgiving him.
"It's okay Dean, it is" Sam said with a nod "because now nothing is going to take us away from each other again." Dean smiled back at him. Sam started heading towards the car.
"Where are you going?" Dean asked part of him worried that Sam was about to leave him. Sam merely turned around and grinned at him.
"Come on Dean we've got to go."
"Where are we going?" he had just gotten his baby brother back he didn't want to go anywhere.
"We've got to met up with Cas, I promised him I'd teach him how to play pool."
"Wait a minute Cas is here?" he asked surprised. Sam grinned at him.
"Yes, and that's just the beginning, there is more here then you can even dream of." Dean grinned back, he had Sam, he had Cas, he couldn't wait to see what was coming.
The real end...probably.
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