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Summary: Maybe no one will know. Maybe no one will care. But we'll still die heroes. We'll never surrender…right?
Surrender by Samantha…with a little help from Deana.
Cold penetrates my coat as the ice spreads. I shiver, looking to your retreating back, longing for the warmth and safety your company brings. Then the memory snaps and I am alone again. Alone again, with only the whirling snow and empty gazes of the deserted houses for company.
My voice is lost to the wind as I cry your name, a meaningless expulsion of rage and loss, into the retreating daylight.
Once I would not have stayed, I would have raced the leaving light over the hills to safety. But now I know there is nowhere to be safe, no reason. Now I welcome the darkness and its bloody ritual. I call for the pain I feel as they emerge from their dark hidey-holes, welcome the mindless calm of the fight for survival. Pain is my only link to life, for you no longer tie me there.
Your last words echo in my mind, as does the light pressure of your failing grip on my hand.
"Sammy, don't leave me to become one of them, you know what to do." I breath in the cold air burning my throat, still raw from my tears.
I remember the heat of the fire, consuming all that was left of you, you looked so vulnerable.
It has been three days since you spoke to me for the last time, three days since I destroyed your only way of coming back, of finding me again.
I long to leave this vile place, for nothing I do here will help, there are too many of them and I shall be overwhelmed. I wish I could just sit in your car and drive away, cease the pointless struggle against the undefinable. But I could not hunt any more without you, and I could not lead a normal life. If nothing comes for me, it would come for my wife, my children and my grandchildren.
Now I understand why dad always held us at arms length, why he looked at us as if he wished we had never been born. He didn't want us to feel this cold, aching emptiness.
Well I'm sorry Dad but you didn't do a very good job. Dean's gone, your favourite, your precious oldest child is gone, and now all you've got is me.
Life will continue outside this valley and maybe none will ever know or care how we died. I stare into your fire, you can't just go, not without me, but I can't become one of them.
I smile carelessly as the solution presents itself just as the sunlight breaks through the mountains for one last debut.
I step into the blaze and take you in my arms just as your body crumbles, just as their howls fill the night. But they won't get us, don't worry Dean, they won't come through the fire, and by the time it cools our bodies will be burned to ashes, we won't be one of them.
No one may remember us, but we won't be one of them. We won't surrender.
The End
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Deana: ok guys, this is Sam's first fan-fic so be nice pats on back
Samantha: ok, ok, I can talk for myself. This is just a little one shot I wrote from Sam's perspective when Dean dies while hunting a town full of zombies, As Deana said, this is my first fic so don't be too harsh, read and review my friends and fans-to-be.
Deana: Fans? coughing you killed me? Who could be a fan of that? breaks down sobbing that was so beautiful…I love you Sammy…Read and Review!