Title: end(less)
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: goes AU during season 5 or 6
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 355
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural, Dean Winchester, Death doesn't take no for an answer (Final Destination (2000)
In the beginning, Death and Life were. Before the cosmos, before all gods, Death and Life existed. Which is older? Neither knows nor cares.
Life is a curious creature; Death is not. Death is content to work while Life occasionally wonders about the small beings it creates for Death to destroy. Every so often, Life will be born somewhere, shall exist as one of the petty things for a time, and welcome Death when it arrives.
So they are for a very long time.
Worlds end when they must; worlds begin when they must. None are better or worse than any other, no matter how the petty beings plead to whatever god they choose. The gods often beg, too, and Death does not listen or reply. It simply is. Death arrives and Life moves on.
So they are.
Until Life is born as Dean Winchester on a world doomed within the next few decades, by how Dean Winchester's people count. As Dean Winchester, Life loves fiercely, mourns and regrets and rejoices and hopes. As Dean Winchester, Life dies numerous times, enough that Death worries for both their sanity. Can one exist without the other? Neither truly knows.
As Dean Winchester, Life has a brother it loves more than it ever has anything. Death watches all that Life does for Sam Winchester and for the very first time:
Death itself gets involved. It is beyond the legend of the Horseman the small god Lucifer believes it to be. It is beyond the understanding of Lucifer's father, who hides as a small being, too. Nothing in or on this world can chain it, but it plays along for Life's sake.
But at last the moment comes. Life cannot stay Dean Winchester, and the world is to die.
"Please," Dean Winchester begs, holding his baby brother for the very last time.
Death speaks. "Come," it says as the small world shudders to pieces around them.
Dean Winchester dies holding his brother – and it is the last time.
Life never forgets, for it cannot – but once out of the small being's skin, little matters.
So they are.