A/N: Here's part ten then guys hope you enjoy! It's quite a sad one so bewarned... I guess that's what happens when you're in a grumpy mood! Thanks again for all the support

This is my idea of what the final scene of the final episode may be like (Which I hope is years off yet!)...I kinda would like this to happen in the last episode, but omg if it does I'm gonna be a complete cry baby!

Hope you enjoy!

Part ten

Pain. Pain unknown to him before now startled him from the unconscious pit he found himself in, forcing him to open his eyes. Warm sticky blood caressed his hand and moving ever so slightly he bent his head down and cringed at the sight of his unfixable body. It looked like half his organs were hanging out and briefly remembered Jo who had also died in the same ungodly manner all those years ago. He knew he wasn't getting out of this one it was too messy to be fixed up. He tried to remember what happened but his dreary mind could not form any form but one. Sam. Turning his head he saw him lying in a puddle of his own blood only a distance from him.

Ignoring the pain that pumped though his body he dragged himself to where his brother lay before pressing to feel a pulse. There but slow and irregular. Looking down at him he bit his lip, if he could get Sam out of here alive surely that meant dying would be okay? Moving himself forward again he suppressed a scream forming in the back of his throat. No, he would not cry out not give the satisfaction to whatever son of a bitch that had done this to them!

Pulling the hoodie back he saw Sam's breathing become faster before his eyes fluttered open and formed a frown in pain.

"Hey take it easy," Dean soothed pulling at Sam's hoodie noticing the three jagged lines similar to his across his abdomen blood oozed from them.

"Dean-" He muttered, not bothering to sit up.

"Shh, lemme take a look, get you fixed up. You'll be good as new just wait and see." Dean forced a smile trying to find anything to stop the constant bleeding that came from his brother. Shrugging off his hoodie he cringed at his injuries hoping Sam won't see them. Sam gasped as the pressure was placed on his too unfixable wounds, Dean hopelessly trying to stop the bleeding. Sam had already lost too much blood they both knew that. "Shh, it's gonna be okay, you're gonna be okay. I promise you that." His arms were shaking, his head began to sway but he ignored it he could die later after knowing his brother will live.

Sam knew though, whether by the look on his big brother's face or by the pain unknown to him before today that it was hopeless. Pushing himself slightly he cried out in pain his breathing becoming heavy as he studied his brother who was looking at nothing but the task in front of him.

"Dean." He tried again.

"You'll be okay Sammy." He muttered back pushing deeper on the wounds that were slowly killing his brother.

Sam put a shaky hand on his brother trying to pull Dean's hand off him in his futile attempt to save his life. Dean noticed this and after a moment fell back against the wall near them. It was hopeless, they were both going to die, with everything they had faced they were to be killed by an 'average' monster?! No angels or demons in sight!

"Dean, it's okay." Sam muttered closing his eyes for a moment trying to take control of the pain that was vibrating through his body.

"How? I promised to keep you safe, I failed." There were tears in his eyes, tears he didn't try to hide.

"You did Dean, you kept me safe all our lives." Sam sighed, he could feel the darkness closing in around him, a darkness he knew he wouldn't wake up from again. "We did good big brother."

Dean smiled tears running down his face placing an arm on his brother's shoulder he nodded, "That we did little brother." Sam closed his eyes with a smile on his face. Dean kept his arm tight on his brother's shoulder noticing with dread when his breathing was slowing, "It's okay Sammy, sleep now. I've got you, I'll always have you."

Dean lay down next to Sam ignoring the darkness that threatened him, Sam was still breathing but only just. Moving his hand from Sam's shoulder Dean ran it down until he found his hand and smiled through closed eyes when Sam weakly tightened his grip around it for a moment before going limp.

"I love you Sammy." Dean whispered his body shutting down alongside his dead brother. He was now too weak to cry. They were done, they had tried their best through the lives they had been given and now it was time to leave it and that was okay. Dean breathed out and was never to breathe in again. It was time they left this world in what they hoped was a little safer place, and Dean could die happy knowing they had both tried their best.

And like Ash had said to them those many years ago they were rewarded heaven and rightly so Dean agreed with everything they had done. He awoken next to his brother smiling broadly back at him, he sat in the passenger seat of the impala with a long open road in front of him. This was their heaven. The open road, the freedom to do what they wanted without the grief, the loss, the suffering...In their own ways they were indeed soulmates, they had been through so much together and a heaven without the other, well that wouldn't be heaven at all.

Over the next few months they found their former friends, Bobby, Pamela, Ellen, Jo...Sam even found Jess and Dean had to admit she was everything he thought she would be. Ash still had not found their mum and dad but with Castiel's help who popped in every now and then it would not be long until the family was reunited. For the first time in their lives they were completely, one hundred percent at peace with themselves, each other and all of their friends. In their own way you could not have asked for a happier ending.

A/N: So what do you think you like it? A bit too sad?