The Angel Watching Over Me (ON HOLD)

All Things Come to an End

I can't give up now. I'm so close, I know it. This is it, my destiny. I was born to do this. Just like my father.

This is our destiny.

I take a deep breath and aim my gun at his skull. He sees me, but he doesn't flinch. Was he expecting me? Did he know it was me all along?

I put my finger on the trigger. All of a sudden the gun feels strange in my hand. My fingers lay frozen on the gun.

I have been preparing for this moment all my life. What has changed? What can possibly make me doubt killing this sick bastard.

He knows. He knows I can't do it. He knows I don't have the guts to pull the trigger. What he doesn't know is that I'm a Winchester.

I pull the trigger without even blinking. The smirk on his face is quickly replaced with a blank expression when he realizes what I have done.

Before he even reaches the ground from the impact, I shot again. This time I aim at the heart.

Everything seems to be moving in slow motion. The clock stops ticking, the static from the T.V. goes silent.

His body lands on the ground with a loud thud. I walk over to him. His once gleaming eyes are now lifeless.

Blood starts flowing out of his body and quickly turn into puddles.

This is when it hit me, I killed him.

I had killed Sam Winchester.