A/n: WARNING: THIS FANFIC HAS MULTIPLE CHARACTER DEATHS IN IT! PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THAT BOTHERS YOU!

This story is an Au to the end of everything. ( I'm sure they have their idea of how they will end it)

Part of this piece was slightly inspired by the song "Together Burning Bright" by the Used and has been floating around my brain for awhile. This was initially suppose to be just a one shot, but it ended up becoming bigger so it's split in three parts.

I would like to thank those who read, review, favorite, or follow this story or any of my other ones. A Special thank you to LilyBolt for your constant support and friendship as well as encouraging words, I hope you enjoy this story...or at least it's a good one. Maybe I can return a favor on feelings the way you had done to me with "Stars." Lol. Still can't get over that piece. Also thank you to miXiZ for reading my stories and sharing your stories and some other good ones from your favorite list. As well as everything else you have done for me :)

Spoiler Alert: There are some quick mentions of events that have happened throughout the show.

Part 1

It was going to end bloody for him. Dean knew that. He had always known that. Ever since he was a teenage boy, the oldest Winchester brother always knew that the only way he was going to go out, was with a big gory bang. His line of work ensured it. There was no way he was going to be one of those guys who made it through tough times just to be taken down by some disease, and he sure as Hell wasn't going to be one of those guys who grew old and went to bed one night and didn't wake up the next morning. As it was, Dean had already been dragged to Hell, shot to Heaven, and sent to Purgatory in a black slime explosion. Not to mention he had died one hundred Tuesdays in a row in one hundred different ways. He and his brother had bit the bullet a few times, but they had always managed to return to life no matter how brutal their death had been.

Now Dean was leaning up against a steel column, his right leg mangled and broken, his shoulder dislocated, and at least three ribs were fractured, possibly four. Blood matted his hair and stained his face, hands, jeans, boots, and his shirt, which had seeped through to his undershirt and bled through that as well. His mutilated leg was drenched in crimson and a large cut snaked its way from Dean's hairline to just above his eyebrow. He blinked blood out of his eyes, his breath coming in labored rasps with the sound of liquid filling his insides. He didn't have much time left.

"Sam?!" Dean weezed. The only reply had been the sound of shouts and screams of the war raging on outside of the warehouse Dean was located in. The eruption of gunshots filled his ears and then died down, but only momentarily. The sound had become fewer and further between from the moment they had first entered the building. The fight hadn't been fair even from the beginning. Demons and witches, and any of other creature they had recruited, out numbered hunters and allies by an unjust figure. Dean had known that too, but he wasn't going to let the world end bloody. Not without giving the damn things Hell and putting up a fight.

He had stood with his brother, his best friend, and all the courageous confederates they could muster and gave a big speech about how they were going to win this and how good would triumph over evil, like it always had. Sam had been impressed by how many helping hands they had been able to rally up to help them fight and win this war. This war that had been long overdue

Sam had teased his brother later saying had watched too many movies with "good will prevail" end of the film speeches. Dean had made a comment about how Sam was just jealous that he hadn't laid down an awesome elocution. The younger Winchester had laughed and rolled his eyes at his brother's bragging. The reality of it had been, Dean had snuck a peek at his brother as he went on to the group about what was to come and he could see in his Sam's eyes the look of hope, of confidence that what Dean had been saying was all true. I few times throughout, he had had to will himself to stop looking in his brother's direction. Sam had known him too well, sooner or late their eyes would meet and Sam would see the sadness and the guilt within him.

Together they had conquered everything from ghosts, demons, vampires, werewolves, ghouls, fairies, and other mundane creatures to the big bosses like gods, Leviathians, the Darkness, God's trials, the devil, angels, even Death himself. There was nothing he and his big brother couldn't do, nothing they couldn't tackle together. They had been through too much, too many close calls, too many losses.

That night Dean had found himself laying among sound sleeping bodies. Everyone had been packed so tight that it had reminded him of a can of sardines. Eventually the heat of so many people all squished together had become too much for him. As quietly as he could, Dean had tip-toed his way through the scattered sleepers and crept outside. The night air had been a nice refresher to the older Winchester and he had sighed with relief as a cold wind blew at him upon exiting the farmhouse. He had made his way down the stairs and planted himself on the last step, his eyes scanning his surroundings. The sky had been thick with clouds, too thick for Dean to make out any stars that night. Tall yellow grass was waving in the federally around him. There had been a broken down handmade wooden fence and a dirt path that led away from the house. Off to his right, Dean's eyes had fallen on his most prized possession. A shadow of a smile had tugged at the corners of his mouth as he looked out at his Baby. She had gone through almost as much as he and his brother had, and yet like a true Winchester, she hadn't been kept down for long. Baby had seen the boys through thick and thin and thin and thinner. Dean had grown up with that car, was brought home in that car, shared some romantic moments in that car, learned how to drive and later taught his little brother how to drive in that car, had heart to hearts with Sam in that car, his body had been carried off in that car, they had lived in that car. So many firsts, so many new beginnings, so many adventures. It had only been fitting that she would be there for Dean up until the very end. The thought had caused his eyes to water slightly and he had nodded at her in comradery

"Hey."

Dean had been so lost in thought that he hadn't heard the approaching of footsteps. He had twisted around to see his little brother make his way down the stairs and plop down beside him."Can't sleep?" It hadn't really been a question to him, but more of a concern.

"I'm too excited to sleep," Dean had joked. Either Sam had caught his reference, or it had merely been that he knew Dean's humor all too well. The younger Winchester had given a small laugh.

"Right," he had rolled his eyes.

"You?" It had been apparent to Dean that Sam hadn't slept much either given that he was still completely dressed in his day clothes.

"It's like my first day of school all over again, you know?" He hadn't meant for Dean to agree about the feeling, but instead to know how Sam himself felt.

"You're such a nerd," Dean had teased affectionately. He understood. Hell, he even remembered that sleepless night prior. Sam had been too excited and nervous to sleep, so that had meant Dean wasn't getting any either.

The brothers had sat in silence for a while before Sam cleared his throat, announcing he was going to speak. Dean had had a feeling that this was about to get chick flicky. After all, a joke accompanied by silence between the two of them always ended with something like that. Not to mention they had been about to dive head first into a war. "Dean, did you really mean what you said today?" Sam had asked. His eyes had been focused and unwaning on his big brother. Dean had felt the youngest Winchester's fixed stare glued to him, studying him.

"Every word," he had said meeting the inquiring hazel stare. He had given Sam the best smile he could generate and he clapped the younger man on the shoulder. Sam had braced himself for it, giving Dean a small grin. That hadn't been so bad. Hardly any girly dialogue or anything. "So Dean..." maybe Dean had thought too soon. His eyes rested on his brother. He had only hoped that he wasn't going to have to keep up the victorious self assured facade for much longer. He hadn't been sure he could. "I um..I found this and..." Sam had sighed and reached into the hidden pocket of his jacket. Dean had watched him curiously. When Sam pulled his hand back in view, he had been clutching a black wire chain, dangling from it had been something Dean had thought he would never see again. His eyes had fallen on the small brass charm of an Egyptian horned head that swung slightly in the breeze. Sam's eyes had been fixed on Dean as he had watched his brother's reaction nervously. The eldest Winchester's face lit up at the sight of what at one point had been basically another piece of him. A smile had spread across Dean's face as he reached out for it. Sam had gently released the chain letting the amulet fall into the hands of its rightful owner. The charm had felt heavier then the older brother remembered. He had peered down at it for a while longer before he had brought his gaze up to meet his little brother's. Sam's smile and the light in his eyes shone brighter than any star, planet, and the moon combined.

"Thanks Sammy." It had barely been more than a whisper, but it was the only way Dean had been able to keep his voice from shaking. Sam had already been fighting back his own tears when he noticed his big brother's. He had nodded while watching Dean return his necklace around his neck where it belonged.

"Yeah," Sam had choked looking away sniffing. Dean had leaned over to his little brother and pulled him into a tight embrace. Immediately Sam had reciprocated. They had sat wrapped in each other's arms for a while before Sam had finally made an attempt to move. Reluctantly, the eldest brother allowed him to break free of his hold. If Dean had had things his way, he would have held his little brother all night and into the morning. He hadn't cared how stupid that had sounded, the truth had been that he was afraid that that night would be the last.