This will be a death fic... I honesty hate to do it, but I got the idea and it won't leave me alone. The plot might be a little wonky, but to just make the story it's gonna have to work.

Disclaimer: I do not own SPN

This wasn't how he planned to do this. Not in the alley, facing the water. The sun on its way to its end for the day, just as he was in the alley with a stab wound on his side. His breath come in short spurts that pained his side. The fire grew and grew until reaching the ultimate unbearable sensation. The grocery bag full of bear and mms was scattered along the tar. This wasn't how he wanted to go. Not like this!

He was supposed to be 90 years old, holding his brother's hand. Both would be sipping on their last beer. Their livers would be terribly damaged, but it wouldn't have mattered. It wouldn't matter because they were so close to freedom and everlasting life their body didn't care. He'd die warm and wearing fluffy pink socks. But never did he think because he went to get his brother some food. As the minutes lingered, the pain started to drift. It seemed out of his body.

It didn't seem so bad now. He's had a good life. Sure there was always bad times and his childhood sucked, but there's always those few times that made it all worth it. Those times when he was so happy.

Like when he was a kid, their dad didn't allow them to do anything fun. It was all for protection he'd sat. But Dean, decided to forget that for one night. They bought all kinds of fireworks and they set them off all around the field. The sparks were dashing and dancing all around him. His brother would smile, knowing for once he made his baby brother happy. The night seemed to last forever as time slowed and the stars shone down on him.

Or maybe lonely Christmas nights brightened by beer and laughter. Cheesy gifts like shaving cream and ramen noodles. The light patter of snow outside the window that could be watched for hours. There was no hunt to look for and he'd feel so free.

Now he'd finally be free. No more monsters both human and supernatural. No more hate and cold, no despair and anxiety.

Sure he'd miss Dean. He'd miss his sarcastic tone and comments. He'd miss the pure stench for beer and BO. He'd miss so much, but as the pain withered away, and the sun sank into the mountains, it didn't seem to bother him anymore. He has helped so many people that in this moment, he couldn't care. He smiled at the sun. All the colors and clouds mixed together.

He couldn't help wonder how Dean would find out though. Maybe someone would find him and call the cops. Dean shouldn't have to find him like this. He didn't deserve that. Because after everything that has happened to them and all that they've sacrificed, Dean deserved to see his brother in a suit and a smile on his face. Because he'll be damned if he was sad and lonely.

He wouldn't mind having someone he loved by his side though. That's what would make this even better. And it didn't even have to be Dean, Cas, Jack, or anyone that close. It could be an old college friend, that one cute nurse at the clinic he saw when he was 16. Anyone would do.

He felt strange knowing he wasn't scared or sad to die. He was okay. Dean would be okay.

The pain wasn't existent. That made him smile more. The final burst of glow as the sun finally made its touch on the mountains reflected in his drooping eyes. He took a deep breath, so full and free, and never released it.

It was okay he told himself. It was okay because Dean would find out and yell. He'd scream and cry but he'd be okay. He'd come to see the body, seeing the smile that was left. The peace. It was okay because he'd have a small "funeral" if you even wanted to call it that. He wouldn't come back as a ghost because he was so content, and his body would be burnt. Dean would visit the sight many times, the pain never fully going away. He'd feel as though he failed, but he still had Jack to take care of. Their Jack.

A year later Dean wouldn't be so sad and all of Team Free Will will be sipping on beers and listening to music and laughing. Actual laughing. They'd realize that someone was missing and take a swig of beer. They'd leave one for him on the table, just leaving it there without even a sip being taken from it. And it'd stay there for a few days. One lone bottle.

They'd all move on but never forget the brightness and love of a family member that watched them from above. The same brightness that now had a mom and dad who didn't hunt. That would have Jess and would finally have that baby that died inside her that night. Bobby would come over to have barbecues and family gatherings. Charlie came too, so did Jo and Ellen. Everyone came, but even in his happy ending something was missing, waiting to be remembered. His real caregiver and happiness was missing him from below. He'd find him one day though, hoping it wasn't too soon.

Short but yeah...