Raindrops hit the window of Dean's bedroom in the bunker, though he paid no attention to it. No, his focus was divided between the almost empty liquor bottle, and notebook.
Dean lifted the glass bottle to his lips, the brown liquid sloshing around inside as he took a hearty sip, allowing the substance to burn his throat as it went down.
"Dear Sammy,
I know, you're surprised I'm writing. To be honest, I'm surprised that I am.
Anyway, we know I'm shit with words so, I'll make this as short as I can.
You've always been an amazing brother, even when you left for college without a second glance. I actually envied you, getting to do what I never even partway made it to.
Ya'know, I remember when you were younger...you would come nearly crying to me whenever you had a bad dream. The fact that you always came to me, gave me a sense of importance. It let me believe that I was important.." Dean stopped writing for a moment, tears threatening to fall from his glazed, green eyes. Those same eyes trailed over to an abandoned bottle of sleeping pills. The male made the immediate decision to take a handful, which he went through with. He followed the chalky taste with more alcohol.
"Maybe to some extent I was.
Sammy, just remember, that I love you. Remember that I'm so fücking proud of you. Remember that. Please..remember that. I'm sorry..I'm sorry for not going to you. Ever. I'm sorry for not stopping this. I'm just so tired, Sam. I mean that emotionally and literally. My eyes are barely opened." The oldest Winchester took note of the way the words seemed to float around the white sheet of paper. He quickly added, " P.S: Don't fück up Baby, bitch. I'll literally haunt you.
-Dean, your awesome big brother."
As he wrote the last part, Dean let his eyes fall shut, almost like he'd fallen into a deep, restful sleep. To some extent, he had. Only, he wouldn't open his eyes the next morning. Or, any morning after that.
June 17th, 2016
Sam walked into Dean's room, shaking his head at the fact he'd fallen asleep at his desk. Again. The tall male huffed and stalked over to where his brother lay. He made work of awakening the older male, but to no avail. This caused Sam's heart rate to spike, his blood ran cold. He pressed his fingers to his brother's neck in search of a pulse, though he found no signs of one. The Burnet sunk to his knees, his chest heaving as silent tears fell from his eyes. He pressed his thumb into the scar he had on his hand, feeling the bumpy skin. This was real. Dean was gone. This wasn't a result of Lucifer playing around with Sam. This was life.
A loud, stomach churning scream left Sam's lips as he broke into uncontrollable sobs.
Author's note: This isn't a one part story, there will be another part (or multiple parts). The description is a hint of what's to come. Wink, wink. Anyway, this is the first real thing I've written in a while..so..I'm sorry if it's crap.
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