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When the sun dies

December 21st 2012. 7.30pm:

This wasn't the first time that Bobby Singer had been sitting on the porch looking at the stairs, snow falling to the ground. It was dark and cold but he didn't have a jacket on. Why should he? He had known for weeks that the world was going to end this day. So why should he try to slow his death down? He sighed and took a sip of the beer he was holding in his hand. The sky hadn't been this beautiful in years. It was a pity that he or anyone would never get to see it again. But maybe, just maybe it was for the best. After all it would be no more pain, no more sorrow, and no more deaths. The world was going to end and no one would ever be sad again. They where all going to heaven.

*****SUPERNATURAL*****

December 21st 2012. 7.40pm:

It was in the moment that Bobby first heard his long dead wife say: "Do you want apple-pie or pineapple-pie?" he knew there wouldn't be long until death would come and take him from this world. "Can you go to the store and buy some sugar?" was the next thing he heard her say. He wanted to answer so badly but he didn't. It wasn't real. He knew it was just old memories. Distant echoes of what used to be. Or maybe it was really a piece of heaven that he already got. He didn't know. Suddenly as a shadow she appeared in front of him. He had to blink a few times to really see her, to believe she was there. "Close your eyes, honey." she said with a smile. "W… why?" he asked her even though he already knew the answer.

"So we can be together faster. I miss you."

"I miss you too." It wasn't until now that he realized he was lying down.

"That's it. Now all you have to do is close your eyes."

"I'm don't want to. I'm afraid."

"Of what?"

"What if it's all just a big black nothing when we die? What if it's nothing? What if heaven doesn't exist?"

"It exists. I'm there waiting for you. That's why I want you to close your eyes and just go to sleep. Don't you miss me?"

"Of course I miss you. I've missed you everyday since…" he couldn't say it. The memories of him killing his wife still to painful.

"It's okay. You don't have to say it."

"I…" he closed his eyes "miss you." He felt her soft lips against his and her warm hands against his cold face. He smiled and she pulled away and said: "I love you." It was the last thing he heard before it was all over.

*****SUPERNATURAL*****

A/N: I'm not so sure what I thought about this one. Review please. =)