Do Not Go Gentle

By Spectral Scribe

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There was no choice for Dean, really.

Sam was light in his suffocating darkness, and Dean would be blind without it. If that light went out, he'd be damned if he was left alone in the dark. He'd be damned if he didn't go out with it.

So he shut himself in the room with the oppression of imminent death looming heavy in the air.

Because it wasn't worth it. Not without Sam.

He was so tired. He couldn't do it anymore.

So he shut himself in the room with his brother.

And waited for the dying of the light.