Hey guys! Sorry for the long delay. I haven't forgotten about my other stories, just haven't been in the mood to write. I really wanted to finish this though, so here you are!
Um... a little warning for suicide. Sorry, don't hate!
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"Are you sure, Sam?" John questioned, one hand on his youngest son's shoulder. "You can't change your mind once you chose."
"Sam, please do this for you, not anyone else," Jess pleaded.
"I am doing this for me," Sam responded. "It's completely selfish of me. God, I never thought I'd have to make a choice like this. I've never done something so selfish."
"Daddy?" the twins asked in unison. Sam's eyes watered as both reached up to his face.
Sammy, Sammy, GOD what did I do wrong?
"He's suffering so much," Sam whispered, looking into his mother's eyes.
"My baby boy, we have all suffered through grief before," Mary replied. "Your father and brother both did after I died. You did after Jess died. And you all lived through it."
John nodded. "Sam, Dean will get through this. He's strong. He has Bobby and Caleb and Jim..."
"But Dean... he won't just let me stay dead," Sam sighed. "He'll come after me, or try to make a deal..."
Mary just smiled. "Don't you worry, Sam. No demon will make a deal with him. Not for your life back, if this is what you choose. We will make sure of that."
"And if he chooses to follow you," John continued, "then we will welcome him with open arms. Our family will be together again. Complete."
Sam looked down. "Dean will die," he mumbled.
C'mon, Sammy, please, do something! You're stronger than this...
Sam shook his head, tears in his eyes. "But I'm not. I'm weak. That's why... that's why I'm choosing to stay. I can't go back."
The twins clung tightly to their father. Mary, Jess and John all came over and hugged him, comforting him.
"Everything will be fine, baby," Mary whispered as the sun finished setting. "I promise."
Sam was pronounced dead at 6:47 PM. The nurses offered Dean a listening ear, the doctors recommended grief counseling. Bobby just barely managed to get Dean out of the hospital, into the Impala for the first time in twenty-four hours, and into his home at the junkyard. Dean didn't say a word, just grabbed the first alcoholic drink he could find and went to the library for research.
It took Dean about eight days to realize not a single demon would make a deal with him. Eight days of hiding his grief from Bobby, drowning it in Jack and moonshine. The strongest spirits did nothing for him. Especially when he finally broke down and let Bobby bury Sam early that day.
He left a simple note for his adoptive father before taking a final swig from his bottle of Jack. The seven pills went down easily with the liquor. He relaxed on his bed, closing his eyes for the last time. Bobby was gone for the weekend on a hunt. Dean would be long gone by the time he returned.
"I thought you would chose a more, well, creative way to go out."
That voice was so familiar. Dean blinked, looking up to a starry night sky. He was in a small clearing, surrounded by tall trees and small bushes. The grass underneath him was soft and slightly ticklish.
"I figured it would have been a hunt," the voice continued. "Sacrificing yourself for some other person. You know, the family business."
"Sammy?" Dean asked, sitting up. He turned left. Yes, that voice belonged to his little brother. His little brother who was currently smiling, holding a little girl, not a scar or scratch on him, even though Dean knew every single spot where one should be.
"Pills and alcohol?" Sam teased. "Isn't that a girly way to go?"
Dean smirked. Definitely his little brother. "Sorry to disappoint, little brother. It was the best I could manage on such short notice. Where are we? Purgatory? This definitely isn't Hell."
Sam helped Dean stand. "I'm here to bring you to Heaven," he announced. "And I've been waiting all week. Thought your liver would give out before you had the guts to get here yourself."
They walked down a forest trail, next to a winding river. The forest was silent, but it was a comfortable silence. Millions of questions bounced around his brain. "Who is this little angel?" Dean finally wondered, motioning to the miniature Sam in his brother's arms.
"Out of all the questions you must have, that's the first one you ask?" Sam teased. He bounced his little girl. "This is... my daughter. My son is with Jess right now. This is Mary Elizabeth. She hasn't left my side all week. She wanted to meet her uncle right away."
Dean's eyes widened. "Daughter? Son? Jess? What?"
Sam gave Dean a small smile. "Turns out when that demon killed Jess, he killed our twins, too. She was gonna tell me after my interview."
"Oh, Sammy, I'm so sorry," Dean breathed.
Sam shrugged. "I'm here now, that's all that matters. And I get to spend forever with them, watch them grow now. And now you do too."
"Is that why you let go?" Dean questioned.
Sam nodded. "Partly. Dean, Mom's here too. And Dad. I just couldn't go back. I mean, I didn't know Mom when we were little. So the first chance I got to spend my life with her, well, I took it."
Dean smiled. Mom was here. And Dad. He didn't blame Sam one bit. He'd have done the same thing, given the chance.
"And, you know, no more hunting," Sam added, the joy clear in his voice. He never liked hunting. "No pain, no sorrow. It's amazing."
Dean nodded as a large clearing came into view. "I'm glad I came, then," he breathed, seeing the golden gates ahead of him.
"Everyone is so excited to see you," Sam stated. "Are you ready?"
Dean grinned. "Let's go, Sammy!"
Dean gave his name to the gatekeeper. After a quick search in his massive book, the gates opened wide. Sam and Dean stepped inside, peace washing over them as the gates shut behind them.
The Winchester family was whole once more.
DON'T HATE ME.
PLEASE DON'T HATE ME.
This is where my mind went with the story. I actually hadn't planned it this way at all, but this is where writing went.
I hope you somewhat enjoyed my little two-shot. I've never written anything so short before. I'm not really happy with it, but I like longer stories.
Let me know what you think! I hope you don't hate me for this...
-Kris-
