A/N: this is not a continuation from the last chapter. This is a whole new story/ending. Its 4 am and I just woke up from having this dream.

Warning: spoilers for basically all episodes, this is kind of a death fic. , semi-truck size feels ahead

Note: don't blame me blame the sleeping pills for giving me this soul crushing dream about the end of supernatural.

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For you Sammy

I shuffled around my room gathering every page I had written on. 32 years worth of memories and cases with my brother, with Dad, and Cas, Chuck , Kevin ,Charlie, Ellen, Jo, Ash, Bobby, Rufus and a whole cast of angels, demons and other allies including an Archangel turned Trickster, The King of Hell, A British thief haunted by her past, the devil and his counterpart, a knight of hell, creatures that should have stay locked away, The mother of all the monsters, a Monster turned friend, a sheriff thrust in to hunting by a tragedy , An Ex-scribe of god turned murderer, a long forgotten angel in search of redemption in all the wrong places, the first demon ever made, a demon with yellow eyes, a mental patient turned angel, a demon skilled in torture, a home town psychic , a demon who helped the brothers only to satisfy her hidden agenda and a psychic who gave everything. Were written down on these pages every monster, allies turned foe and foe turned allies were here. Every death and resurrection every hello, every bonding moment and every goodbye was here in this massive stack of papers. I took moment to really look at the pages. They ranged in length, and between pencil, pen, marker and even a few in crayons, and they also differed in writing as it began with a four year olds barely legible scribbles to the carefully penciled letters of a young man to the blocky slanted letters of a middle aged man. It would be a beautiful thing to watch if one were so inclined to sit down and read through it, however the daunting stack of nearly 600 pages repelled even the most kind hearted, genuine, loving, and thoughtful people. I Sighed and stacked the pages into two big boxes, this was it; this was the end, time to accept reality and move on with my life.

"You ready Dean?" asked a voice from the doorway behind me. I turned to see a 5'11 tall man with short dark messy hair that, stood in stark contrast with his striking blue eyes leaned against the door frame .He was wearing a rumpled suit with a sloppily arranged tie and a trench coat with the belt in a half-hazard loop together. I smiled and looked down at my boxes then glanced around the room one last time trying to memorize it since I wouldn't be back. I finally sighed and looked back up at the man.

"yeah, I'm ready" I said and hefted one box up, the man taking the other, I was amazed at how heavy paper could be when it was in this amount. We walked through the halls in silence and I let my mind wander knowing after walking these halls for so long my subconscious would guide my feet to the front doors. Even if the rest of my mind were preoccupied. I thought about Sammy, hunting, and what I was going to do after this. Too soon we reached the parking lot and the man helped me set the boxes in the back of my car.

"This I'm afraid is where we part ways Dean" the man said his eyes locking on to mine.

"Goodbye, Cas" I said and moved to hug him he stepped back and gave me a stern glance "let me have today, after today I'm moving on, please just today" I said willing him to understand. He hesitated a moment but gave a small smile and gave me a bear hug I could feel tears welling up in my eyes and I knew his were too. Sure enough I saw his watery eyes as he pulled back

"Take care of yourself" Cas said then handed me a small packet of papers I already knew what they were so I merely tossed them in the passenger seat and gave Cas one last grin then I got in my car and pulled out and started on my way to Lawrence, Kansas.

~several hours later~

I walked into the cemetery lugging my two boxes along and the packet Cas gave me stuffed in my jacket pocket. I gave thanks that the graves I were here to visit were close to the entrance. Since by the time I reached it my arms were shaking in protest and I was gasping for air and I was barely able to take another step. I kneeled next to the first grave and let my finger trace the words engraved in it.

Mary Winchester- December 5, 1954 - November 2, 1983

Loving Mother and Wife

"Hey mom" I said softly and gave a small smile "I know I messed up real bad, but was really hard loosing you. But I got myself together it took 32 years but I got myself together. I'm here to say goodbye mom, I'm leaving town and I'm never coming back. I need to move on with my life and I can't do that here in Lawrence. I love you mom" I said swallowing my tears. I glanced to the grave on the right side of my mom's "you hear that dad? I know you tried your best but I was too broken, at four I couldn't handle it. I know now what you did was best for me even if I hated you for it before. My only regret was that I couldn't pull myself together in time for you to see it, good bye dad, I love you." I took a deep breath and shut my eyes I didn't want to have to do this one, this was the most painful I took the packet Cas had given me earlier out of my pocket and clung to it like a lifeline. Finally I turned to the grave on my mother's left I avoided looking at the words written there and focused the grass below it. "Hey little brother hey Sammy" my voice cracked and I had to clear it several times before I could continue "Sammy, I don't know if you will understand this but I hope you do. When I lost you…it was really hard for me …I-uh-well dad tasked me with protecting you but I screwed up, I was only four and I just didn't have the fine motor skills to get us both out I tripped and….God, Sammy I tried to save you but dad pulled me away from you he said you were already gone and he couldn't lose everyone in one day, and he was right. I took full blame not only for your death but moms too, and no four year old can handle that. So I broke, I came up with stories about us being heroes, about us saving the world. And at first it was fine it was helpful, but then I fell down the rabbit hole I couldn't separate reality from fiction. I started imagining all these monsters and that me and you were hunting them. Just the two of us, hunting thing, saving people the family business. I had a full mental break down and dad tried to help me but eventually he was forced to check me into a mental hospital. And I've been there for the better part of 20 years. Claimed I was a danger to myself and others and couldn't be released , and maybe I was but I spent most of my life there and about 2 years I go I was able to start to accept you and moms death and that it wasn't my fault. I stopped calling the nurse who had been with me since the beginning Cas, see I had envisioned him an angel that would help us and also be a pain sometimes , I started calling him by his name, Jimmy Novak, and I here I am two years later ready to move on with my life. The road was long and bumpy as heck, but I made it little brother" I took a deep breath and looked over at the boxes that held my adventures with Sam. "All those adventures I mentioned earlier, the one where we save the world, I wrote them all down there in these two boxes, and I hope mom or dad will read them to you. I don't know if age in heaven or not but if you did I hope you are just like the Sammy I created: Kind, Smart, Brave, loyal, a strong sense of right and wrong, unending perseverance, responsible and above all things, a loving brother. I hope to see you one day Sammy, not for a long time but someday. I love you Sammy, Goodbye." I stood up and finally looked at the words written on the stone.

Samuel Winchester- May 2, 1983- November 2, 1983

Taken too soon but forever in our hearts, loving brother and son

I finally also unfolded the papers Ca-no that Jimmy handed me. I held back tears as I read the front page of my discharge papers

Patient name- Dean Winchester

D.O.B-January 24, 1979

Admitted-March 15 1989

Primary Nurse- Jimmy Novak

Primary Therapist- Bobby Singer

Discharged- 7-24-15

Diagnoses- pathological denial, resulting in severe and almost constant hallucinations, where he insists his brother is still alive and that they save the world by hunting monsters, this is believed to be brought on by severe trauma sustained during a house fire where both his mother and brother perished.

I refolded the paper, that was my past I didn't need to read all the details, I was there. Slowly I walked back to the Black 1967 Chevy Impala dad left me in his will. I took one look back and drove off feeling much lighter and freer, and I didn't mind the stares people gave me as I sang loudly and badly to "Carry on wayward son" by Kansas

"This is for you Sammy" I thought as a cranked the volume even higher and drove off to my new life.

A/N: IMPORTANT: I'm taking a little poll on what chapter I should write next

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