"Yeah, we really do don't we." Dean answered, standing from the table.
"Missouri could you give us some time?" Sam asked, stumbling to the table.
"Of course baby." She chimed, walking out of the kitchen.
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm dying." Sam stated.
"What?" Dean panicked "No...no... Sammy we'll get through this..."
"Dean stop." Sam said placing a shaking hand on top of Deans "That baby, was the reasen I heeled so fast. And with out it, my bodies shutting down."
"You can't...no I won't allow you to die. I can't live in a life with no Sammy, I can't... I just fucking can't!" Dean sobbed.
"Dean, it's okay. I forgive you for sleeping with that slut, I was actually on my way to see you when that guy hit me. I'm just sorry you never got to meet our baby."
"You... you were gonna tell me that night weren't you?" Dean sobbed, more.
"yeah. I got a call from Missouri about a week before that, she told me to get down here, alone. That's when I found out. I...cough ...was so excited to tell you. I was so scared too, I was sure you were going to up leave, the second I told you." Sam confessed.
"Never Sammy. No matter what happens, I will always love you. For better or for worse, remember?" Dean chuckled.
"Yeah, I remember." Sam smirked. "I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry for. I should be the one apologising! I'm such a fuck up! I fucked things up with, I fucked things up with Cassie. I..."
"Stop it!" Sam damanded "You are not a fuck up. Yeah sure you've may a couple of bad decisions, but hey I'm still here. You've manage to keep me alive this long."
"Sammy... The only thing I could never protect you from was me."
"You never had to." Sam spoke softly. "Dean, I hate to be a girl but, if I have to die I wanna spend every last minute I can with you."
"I love you, so much Sam. I don't know how I'm going to exist with out you." Dean spoke as stud from the table.
"You'll figer something out." Sam spoke as he rose, too.
"Come here." Dean said holding his arms out. Sam gladly took the offer. "There will never be another Sam. Ever."
"I'll always be watching over you Dean. I promise." Sam spoke into Deans neck.
"Please leave me." Dean begged, as tears rolled freely down his face.
"I'm sorry." Sam sobbed "I am so, so, so, very sorry."
"Can I hold you forever? Can I lay you to rest, and never let go?" Dean cry-ed, as Sam's body became heavier. Dean lay ed Sam down on a bed, and I Sammy size whole, in his soul, died with him.
O boy, I can see the hate mail coming. That is not the way I intended to end this story. My apologise, I really really had no intent in ending it like that, but now I have an Idea for a sequel so if ya'll wanna sequel tell me, it's all in you're hands.