The Last Will and Testament of Dean Winchester

If you're reading this, it's because I am really and truly dead, not coming back. I know it's a shitty piece of paper that's not even whole, but since when has legal shit meant anything to us.

No doubt the person reading this is my brother and Sam… I'm sorry man. I'm sorry I took you away from Jess, I'm sorry I brought you back in this life, and I'm sorry I wasn't a better brother to you. I should have found some way to get you a better childhood.

And for Cas… I'm glad you were the one to drag me outta Hell, cause even though all you wear is that stupid trenchcoat and that dumb as shit backwards tie, you were good man. And there's something else you should know, if I haven't told you before I died. Pretty sure you know what it is, pretty sure Sam's gonna make that stupid I-Knew-It smirk when he's reading this, and pretty sure I don't need to say it.

Sammy, I wish I had more to leave for you. What I'd give to be able to leave behind a house or something for you Sam, a way to get into a college, a guarantee for a good job, I don't know. I wish I had an account with a million dollars in it that you could take and buy whatever mansion in some bitch ass neighborhood, but I don't.

The Impala's yours, you can put whatever you want in it but if you change her, like paint her red or something I swear I will come back and haunt your ass. Do me a favour and leave the things we did to it, alright? You know what they are, you put some of them.

The guns are yours, if you decide to keep hunting without me. Do what you want in the future, apple pie life, go back to school, hunt, it's your choice man. And as long as you're happy… well, that's all I ever wanted, really.

Cas, I'm afraid I don't have anything that you'd use for me to give you. You can have one of the guns if you like, ask Sam to give you one or two. And take care of Sam for me, alright? He's gonna pull a bitchface, but he's the most precious thing I have and God knows he'll get himself into some pile of shit.

We've had some good times Sammy, and even though I wish I could have left you to be normal at Stanford, I'm ashamed to say that I would do the same thing over again. I hope you can forgive me for that.

The world mightn't know what we've done, me and you, and they probably put their money in their front pockets when they see us if we're not in a suit, and even though we've saved their bitch asses, I don't mind. You know, you and Cas, and you're the only two that matter.

Well, that's it then. I don't know if I died saving the world again, or from something stupid, like a damn vampire, but remember me, alright?

I don't have much to give you, little brother, but I'm giving you all I have.

All I'm leaving behind is a car that's seen more damage and blood than anything, guns that killed evil sons of bitches, credit cards with money that could add up to buy you a hot dog and a drink if you're lucky and they don't even belong to me.

But you know, it's not so bad.

Dean Winchester

It was as Sam slowly pined away that he read these words, and he cried for so long he couldn't remember a time there wasn't tears running down his cheeks. He looked at his brother who lay in front of him while he was on the ground, leaning against the Impala.

Dean had pressed it into his palm as he choked on his blood; there was war in the world, angels, demons, everything, and Dean and Sam fought, it was when Sam got a crucial blow that Dean dragged him away, getting stabbed in the process before Sam could fire at the thing.

He slammed his head against the Impala, not even feeling the pain in his side as his blood seeped out. "You were the best brother anyone could have, Dean," he sobbed to his brother's dead body. He then pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his own pocket. But before he could unfold it, he was shot, and he fell, the paper still in his hand.

It was his own will, and there was barely anything in his possession he could leave for Dean, hell, the most valuable thing he had on there was his laptop. He'd left Dad's journal for Cas, since Dean had given it to him and he already knew all of this stuff.

He dropped the paper next to Dean's will and he dragged himself painfully over to him. He was glad that he didn't have to go through a longer life without Dean. His head landed on his brother's chest and he squeezed Dean's already stiff hand as he choked on his last breath.

It was like that Castiel found the Winchester brothers, the two boys who changed history. He read the wills and for the first time he found some strange, salty, water-like substance leaking from his eyes, and they didn't seem to stop.

Castiel held the boys to him and he mourned them, the only two humans who ever gave him a personal reason to love humanity. He cremated them and watched their bodies light the night. He gave them a headstone, right next to their mother's and he knelt in front of them, weeping softly.

He looked at the headstone and ran his fingers over the engraved words getting into the Impala and driving off.

In Loving Memory Of

Sam and Dean Winchester

College and High School Dropouts, Demon Killers Extraordinaire.