A/N: This week's word - Snow.

Word Count - 100

I thought of doing something fluffy and festive at first, but then this happened.

Set somewhere in season 9, so spoilers if you haven't watched it since I didn't have a specific episode in mind when writing this.

WARNING: Major character death. Suicidal thoughts.

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Gentle wind caresses his still face as light flakes of white drift to the ground around him.

His brother kneels beside him, nothing but anguish in his features. He hurriedly throws aside the serrated blade in his hand.

His eyes roam the alarming mass of red mixing with the pale snow.

"Sammy, please…"

But Sam doesn't move. And Dean knows why.

Broken sobs escape him as he clutches at his hair, wanting nothing more but to kill himself.

He deserves to die.

Fuck. Shit.

What have I done?

God, no.

"I'm so sorry, Sammy," Dean pleads. "I didn't mean to."

END