TITLE: The End Of Them
The night had fallen on the land hours ago but the day's warmth was still hanging on; stretching into the wee hours of the morning.
There was sweat running down Sam's back and his neck, the salty liquid getting sucked up by the neck of his T-shirt, drops of it running down his temples too, making the hair there as wet as if someone had poured a bucket of water over his head. He could feel the hair at his nape curling up, but he couldn't do anything about that, never could really. Hot was hot and hot always made him sweat like crazy.
There was a soft breeze coming into the car from both open – shattered to pieces - front windows; it filled the interior with the clean smell of the forest they were surrounded by.
It was a bright night, clear sky and a huge yellow moon that was on its way to setting, stars flickering to their death until they'd appear again in a few hours. The silence was so loud, it was deafening. Sam knew silence, knew noise – with Dean as his brother, he got used to noise very quickly – but this was a different kind of silence. It was full, cozy, soothing and held a tune he knew, but couldn't pinpoint exactly from where.
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No people, no cars, no screaming, no yelling, no animals, nothing but a cricket here and there, some frogs, an owl, leaves rustling and tree trunks brushing up against each other in the wind.
That was all there was.
Except for some clicking noise that was coming from the Impala, but that was all right. It was supposed to be there.
"Dean?"
Sam turned to his left, towards his brother, just like he'd done so many times before. The move was in his blood; turn left in the car, there you'd find your brother.
"Yeah?"
The word was spoken softy, no other meaning behind it than a question of what, but Dean's voice was gruff, worn down by Whiskey and age and a life hard on Dean's soul and body.
Sam licked his lips before saying anything; licked at blood that should've ran down his cheeks and into his mouth, but his tongue found nothing but smooth, warm skin.
"You think we're really dead this time?"
Weird to say it, really. Actually, the weirdest part of that sentence was that he had to use the words 'this time', because yeah their lives were filled with death; their own numerous times and other people's death. Friends, family, strangers.
Death. Hell, they even met Death and he was a weird fellow himself. Fried pickles, Jesus!
"Yeah, Sammy, I think we are."
Dean turned his head towards Sam; turn right in the car, and there you'd find your brother.
"Okay."
What else was there to say? If life had taught them anything, anything at all, was that Death was something they found plenty, but it never stuck.
Until now, maybe. Perhaps. But then again, they've been cheated of dying for real so many times, who was to know this wasn't another one of those times? What if powers to be would just keep on bringing them back, making them immortal as a mortal – with friends and enemies in very high and low places - could get?
"You sure?"
"Dude, I wrapped baby around the tree going like light speed, so ... I think we're dead."
"Well, all right then."
"Yeah."
The wind was warm, the moon was setting and behind the car, a glow of early dawn - orange and blue and red - was starting to appear. If this was Hell, then whoa Crowley made huge changes. And if this was Heaven, then whoa, cool. Maybe Dean would fix the Impala and they'd ride down the roads, maybe meet all their … all the people they've failed. And ain't that gonna be a party.
"Hey, you think..."
"I swear Sam, if they try to put us back down there, or up there, hell if I know where we are, 'm gonna kill someone."
Sam snorted, because yeah ... he really hoped that this was it. That this was ... their end.
"Soulmates, man." He muttered, still not believing it, because that was just not something brothers were or could be. Just felt weird, 's all.
He looked out of the frond windshield at a huge, thick tree trunk that the Impala was wrapped around like a burrito wrap.
Huh, apparently they could be.
And for the record, t'was Dean's idea; he wanted to take baby with him too.
Fine.
Dean's grin was brighter than the sun: "Ha, just means I'll still be able to kick your ass even in the afterlife."
"You wish, jerk."
"Let's crawl out of the car and see what we can see, bitch."
Together. Like always.
Always.
The End
A/N: And this concludes this 'verse of stories of the Impala on the back roads. You can unfollow this story now. Thank you very much for following and reading and gah, I so hope that the boys will get a happy ending when the show ends. Or as happy as they can get it. *sigh*
