Response to Amy's fic challenge – "One morning Dean Winchester looked into the mirror and found a gray hair."

The Gray Grim Reaper

June 11, 2006

Dean rubbed the towel over his damp hair drying it. He did a double take in the foggy mirror and wiped a small circle clear. Leaning in close, he blinked again and ran his fingers through his hair.

"No fucking way," he swore. "It's too soon. No," he mourned, shaking his head.

He looked again, and visions of the Reaper came to his mind. Closing his eyes in resignation, he knew there was only one thing to do.

Sam entered the motel room, breakfast and coffee being juggled as he closed and locked the door.

"Dean?" he called. "I got breakfast." Not hearing a reply, Sam went to the bathroom door and knocked gently. "Dean?" he called again.

Getting worried, now, Sam turned the doorknob and opened the door, only to drop to his knees, crying out, "Dean! No! Dean!"

He reached out slowly and touched his brother's neck, despite knowing what he wouldn't find.

The red colored puddle, the warm gun in Dean's hand, the single strand of gray hair on his head, had said it all...

Sam's tears fell to the tile.

The End