Author: The Wayward Angel
Story: Goodnight Sam
Word Count: 530
Chapter: 1/1
Pairings: None
Spoilers: None *AU*
Trigger Warnings: character death, angst
Summary: The last words to ever grace Dean's lips are 'Goodnight Sam' and even if he had a million more breaths, he wouldn't change them.
Disclaimer: Not even an inch is mine.

AN: Based on a tumblr post that reads "Dean's first words we saw on the series were, "Goodnight Sam" What if the series closes with the boys dying. Sam goes first and Dean's last words are, "Goodnight Sam." " I don't know the source so if you do then please let me know so I can credit inspiration to them. Thanks!

Unbeta'd. All mistakes are mine. Please feel free to point out any grammatical or spelling errors.

Goodnight Sam

How did it end up like this? With their blood pooling onto the floor from open wounds, the demon long gone into the night. No one to save them. Bobby, Cas…too far away. Not even a phone to try to call someone. This is it, after everything that has happened. Saving all of creation. This is how they die.

"Dean," Sam croaks out, blood caked to his chin, both dried and new. "De'n, I'm scared." The little brother says with tears in his eyes.

"S'okay Sammy." Dean replies, reaching a hand over to grasp his brother's, squeezing it with all his might, "Just like falling asleep."

Sam lets out a sound that may have been a whimper, his hand over his stomach trying to keep the blood inside. But it's too much. There's so much blood, gushing from their wounds. Sam's naturally tanned skin is pale and he's shaking. "De'n." He gasps out, coughing blood and splattering it onto the ground next to his face.

"Sh, Sammy." Dean says, his own skin pale and trembling. He keeps his eyes calm and locked onto his little brother's. His own blood escapes his body, painting the ground dark, swirling together with his little brother's blood. "Just relax baby boy. Don't be scared. I've got you." Dean watches Sam, sees his little brother struggling to hold on with the hope that someone, anyone, might save them. "Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you are done," Dean's thumb strokes the back of Sam's hand comfortingly, "Lay your weary head to rest," Sam whimpers, "Don't you cry no more."

Sam shudders and nods, gripping his older brother's hand tight as he can, "Dean, I…" He trails off, his body shaking hard for a moment before going limp. His eyes grow vacant and dull, staring past Dean and into death.

Dean feels stubborn tears leak from his eyes and he struggles to bring his body close to Sam's. After what seems like ages of minute movements that rack his entire body with pain he is close to his brother's side. Dean stretches up, so much blood on the ground now, his vision wavering black. He presses a kiss to Sam's forehead, "Goodnight Sam." He chokes out, laying his head back down on the ground.

Dean closes his eyes, curled next to his brother, and lets the darkness take him.

End