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A/N: Alright ladies and gentlmen, it's here... my first death fic (granted I've only ever writen two... but this is the first one). Sorry it took me a little longer to post todays one shot; I had lots of school stuff. Anyways, this is a one shot entitled 'To Say Goodbye'. Other than that, and the fact that it is a death fic, I'm not going to say much more. I hope you enjoy it!

Title: To Say Goodbye
Genre: Really angsty and tradegy.
Summary: A short piece that might make ya want to grab a tissue...

To Say Good-Bye

"Do you remember a few years ago when you went to college?" Dean spoke quietly, the cool air washing around his face, "You were so happy to leave. But me and Dad-- we were so pissed at you. I swear Dad wanted to throw you out a window or something. And me--" Dean laughed quietly, "I don't think I ever wanted to talk to you again. It wasn't because I didn't want you to go to college though. You want to know why I was mad at you?"

There was no answer.

"It was because I didn't want you to leave," Dean went on, "I wanted us to stay a family; to always be together. We were supposed to find the thing that killed Mom, and always be there for each other. And then you decided to go to college. To be independent."

Dean took the worn, black string from around his neck; his protective charm hanging from the end of it. For a moment the older Winchester let the silence fall as he gently fingered the old, metallic piece at the end of the necklace.

"But you know what I never did when you left Sammy?" Dean spoke again, "I never said good-bye to you. I just let you leave because I was so mad at you. Dad, he-- he thought it would be best to just let you go. He figured if you didn't want to be part of the family business than you shouldn't be part of the family. Of course he never meant it. And neither did I when I agreed with him. I was jealous of you Sam," Dean smiled, "Can you believe that? I was actually jealous of you. For years it was just me and Dad then. Dude-- I don't think there was a day that went by though, that we didn't end up talking about you. Wondering what you were up to and if you were doing ok. But we were both too stubborn to call you and ask.

Dean continued to stare down at his necklace; the still silence enveloping him. His Dad had given it to him when he was younger and first started hunting. He promised that it would protect him.

"There was one thing I always regretted though," Dean continued, "As Dad and I would run from demons and barely escape an angered spirit, I always wished I said good-bye to you. Even if I never wanted to see you again. Dad taught me to act like every hunt could be my last. And what if it was? What if I'd died and not said good-bye to you when you went off to college because of some stupid sibling jealousy? Dad never said it, but I know he felt bad too. When I came and found you after all that time, I never wanted to let you leave again without saying good-bye. I never wanted to go through life wondering if my next moment would be my last. I never again wanted to let you leave without you knowing that I really do care for you no matter how much crap I pull on you," Dean swallowed hard, "I never wanted to let you leave again without telling you good-bye."

Taking a deep breath Dean looked up, and placed this necklace at the base of the grave stone he was crouched in front of.

Samuel Winchester
May 2nd, 1983- March 4th, 2006
Beloved brother, son and friend

"Good-bye Sammy."

The End