If He Said Yes

Final Night

He looked at his brother, "Sam, I have to say yes." He sighed. "If I don't he'll kill you."

"And if you do he will kill you!" Sam yelled back at Dean. Micheal had flapped his fluffy wings away, leaving another death threat. Dean didn't want to die, but he wanted his brother to live even more.

"We have to face it, we've tried everything. But everything we try makes everything worse! Its time I say it," Dean eyes were glittering with tears. He didn't want to fight about it.

"What will I do without you? Do I just keep fighting like a little solider? Do I say yes?" Sam was about to cry too. He hated his life. Sometimes, he even wished that when Dean said dad was missing, he had stayed. Maybe then Jess wouldn't have died. Maybe then Dean wouldn't have gone to Hell. Maybe they wouldn't have to go through what they're going through now.

"Sam. What you do is you stop fighting. You live a normal life. Because if I do this, it will end. This damn apocalypse will be over."

"Sam, Dean is right. He needs to say yes," Castiel said appearing in front of the boys. As always, he was wearing his trench coat.

"Cas, but," Sam took a breath. "But he'll die."

Castiel took a step forward, getting closer to Sam. "And if he doesn't do this the Earth will be destroyed. War will break. Demons will overrun and Angels will die. It will be the end."

"Cas has a point, Sam. I need to do this. If I don't we both have to go through all of this. You can live a normal life." Dean looked at his brother. If he said yes, he would never see him again.

Sam couldn't fight anymore. "If you're going to do it, lets enjoy are last night together."

Dean nodded in agreement, but Cas interrupted. "We must go to Micheal soon though. "

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The boys walked back into their motel room. It was almost 7 in the morning and they were drunk.

"I don't understand why they do that," Castiel said. They had gone to the strip-cub, but got thrown out because of Cas. "Why would they expose themselves? And I'll I did was try to comfort her."

Sam and Dean laughed. "Sometimes people don't want to remember there past," Sam replied to him, falling onto one of the beds. Dean did the same, but on his own bed. Dean spilled a little of his beer he had in his hand on his shirt, but he didn't care. He was going to enjoy what little time he had left with Sammy.

"Dean, you need to sleep so we can go to Micheal. The sooner we go the better," Cas said ruining the boy's little thought about the situation.

Sam sighed. He had forgotten about Dean saying yes for awhile there, but after Cas said that, it ran back into his mind the real reason they were having so much fun.

A few minutes later Castiel disappeared to let the boys sleep. Sam's breath became steady and even quickly, but Dean's did not. He laid in his bed, starring at the ceiling. Was he really going to go through with this? Was he ready to say yes to Micheal? Was he really ready to die for someone else fight? Yes. He was. He wasn't going to only die for someone else, he was going to die for his brother. He was ready for that sacrifice, and he will always be ready.

Dean sighed. If he was going to do this, he had to get some sleep. Drinking the last of his beer, he let sleep take him.