END OF THE ROAD
WOW: final. I felt the need to write this Dean POV to try to get some of this emotion out of my system. Did it help? Uh, apparently not. But on the plus side, this is my 900th story!
WARNING: Great big spoilers for 15:20 - series finale
Disclaimer: I don't own them
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Well, this sucks.
All those years of hunting, and this is how it ends. A freaking rebar through the back.
Still, I guess without Chuck driving our story, we're vulnerable to accidents now and, well, this one's a doozy.
But it's my time. I know that. I won't have Sam endangering himself by trying to save me this time. He can cry and plead all he likes. I'm tired.
I'm ready to drop the final curtain.
I know that without me, there's no hunt for Sam. And I'm good with that; he can finally live the life I want him to. I'm so proud of him; whatever he does now, I'll always be proud of him.
But, it's not all bad. I get to die on my feet, not bleeding out in a ditch or rotting in some hospital bed.
From here, I can look Sam straight in the eye. And make sure he knows I'm serious.
I feel like this damn thing is holding me together, it's getting hard to breathe now…
I still have my machete in my hand.
That makes me feel like a Viking.
Like I'm about to enter the Halls of Valhalla.
I guess a warrior couldn't ask for much more than that.
So that's cool.
I just need Sam to tell me it's okay for me to leave.
I'm not leaving him, not really.
I'll always be with him, in his heart.
But I need to know.
That he'll be okay.
That Baby will be okay.
That Miracle will be okay.
I need to know.
That it's okay.
Sam said yes.
It hurt him, but he said it.
He gave me. Permission.
To go.
I love him.
I'm proud of him.
My baby brother.
I smile.
He smiles.
We touch.
One.
Last.
Time.
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