An: hello again, I wanted to have this up before today. This is my original ending. Warning this ending is a death fic. This starts after they call Cas.

Disclaimer: I don't own supernatural.

Chapter 7 Daemon Finitoque (alt)

It only took a couple of seconds before they heard the fluttering of wings.

"Sam are you...?" Cas began but stopped when he caught sight of Dean laying on the ground. "I thought our plan was to cure him, Sam?" Cas asked as he rushed to the bothers' side.

"Told you...you'd...make it...this time." Dean told him with a calm grin.

"You should stop talking and conserve your energy." Cas scolded.

"I-I need...you t-to...take something...to re-remember me...by, Cas." Dean told him sluggishly.

"That won't be necessary, I have a photographic memory, Dean." Cas said with a sniffle letting his emotions get the best of him.

"H-humor me then, C-Cas." Dean said as he released his wound, along with the grace that he had held onto for so long.

Sam watched as the blue light streamed from his brother to the angel.

"There, th-that should d-do you for the n-next mil-milinia, or so." Dean said with a laugh that ended with a wet raspy cough.

"Cas, you can heal him now, right?" Sam asked urgently with his voice trembling.

"I don't know, but I'm going to try." Cas answered.

Sam watched as the angel's hand hovered over the wound, for what seemed like forever.

"I'm sorry...when he stabbed himself he reopened the original wound. Which was done with an angel blade, that coupled with the mark prevents me from healing him. Heaven sees him as evil." Cas told Sam with his voice filled with shame.

"Don't apologize, Cas. You did good. Just take care of each other...you're brothers now. And I'm still proud of us." Dean muttered looking for Sam to Castiel, until his eyes focused on something that Sam couldn't see.

All Sam knew was that his brother lay there dying, and he was unable to do anything about it.

"Son of a bitch." Dean said as a laugh gave way to happy tears.

"What? What's wrong?" Sam asked looking to Cas.

"They've come for him." Cas said simply.

"Who's came for him?" Sam asked suddenly feeling protective toward his brother.

"Your mother and Bobby." Cas answered simply.

"You go on big brother, Cas and I can take care of things down here." Sam sobbed as he looked into his brother's eyes and took his last breath.

There was a few moments of silence, the only sound was the sound of sobs echoing.

"He says he'll see you later, and to have some fun once and a while. Because he'd hate to have to come back and kick your ass, bitch." Cas said sounding awkward when he was forced to add the curse word to the mix.

"Still not funny, jerk!" Sam said and couldn't help but laugh, knowing that his brother understood the way he felt without talking about it .

Finitoque

An: Be sure to let me know which you like the best...even though this is how I originally wanted it to end, I liked both equally. Can't wait until tonight.