Supernatural Finale Season 15

Another One Bites The Dust

Dean's pulse thrummed hopelessly under Sam's fingers. The beat slowing down and fading every passing second.

Dean's head rested on Sam's lap with the younger brother's arms hugging tightly around Dean's limp form.

As the breath creeped out of Dean's parted lips, his eyes began to lose their colour. The once beautiful apple green was fading to a dull mouldy colour.

Sam felt Dean's body slip out of his grasp, so he gripped his underarms tightly and lifted carefully with the remaining strength he had left.

"D'n..." Sam croaked in a faded whisper as his tears fell like waterfalls down his rosy cheeks. His heart shattered into tiny shards with each piece reflecting a memory of his older brother.

The long nights Sam experienced when monsters crept into his dreams and Dean was there to comfort him through it. He remembered Dean's limp and sleeping arms wrapped around Sam's small body, with so much love and protection leaking out of him.

In this moment of dread and sorrow, he just wished Dean would hug him back and tell him everything was going to be alright. He wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth radiate from the torso in his arms, but Dean was as cold as a ghost.

"Sam?..." Sam felt a gush of cold atoms prickle his cheeks which sent a shiver down his spine. He craned his head to his right as if his mind had comprehended the words slower than his body could respond to them.

A man in a light tan trench coat and scruffy black hair ran toward the brothers with his mouth gaped open slightly. He was confused but horrified by what he was seeing.

"Is he..." Castiel choked on his words and couldn't find the strength to will himself to continue speaking.

"Cas I cou'dn't..." Sam's lips were trembling as he buried his face in Dean's shoulder.

Sam's whole charade crumpled as his body contorted in on itself. The person holding his brother in his arms was no longer the man who beat Lucifer and stopped the Apocalypse, it was a scared little boy, terribly frightened of being alone.

Castiel could see how broken this man was and how hard he was fighting to stay conscious.

"Sam... This wasn't your fault," Castiel reassured him as he glanced down wholeheartedly at Dean's face. The pink in his cheeks no longer visible as a shade of sickening white replaced it.

"Cas h's g'ne," Sam's mind had completely shut down as he was hyper focused on mourning the loss of his older brother.

Sam's tears crusted on his cheeks as his eyes dried up, incapable of producing the water his body craved so immensely.

His eyelids drooped as his chest rose unevenly with the short intakes of oxygen. Dean's corpse on him had become a weight he fought to uphold. It was a competition that Sam knew he couldn't win.

"Sam... I talked to a few of my most trusted Seraphim and they agreed to assist me in storing your soul until the earth is habitable once again," Castiel chose his words carefully as his body made a dent on the couch next to Dean.

"Wh'r's my br'th'r? is 'e in h'ven?" Sam slowly lifted his head to look desperately into Cas's blue eyes.

"Yeah he is," Castiel replied as he placed a reassuring hand on Sam's toned shoulder.

"W'en I go, W'll I be w'th h'm?" Sam's voice strained massively and croaked with every syllable. His hands still held tightly onto his brother's dead body as if it were his life line.

"No. In order to preserve your body in heaven for several millennia, we need to shut down and store both your living form and your conscience. You will be stored separately to the trillions of souls which inhabit heaven, and Dean's soul is located in a section where only angels and the deceased can visit. I'm sorry," Castiel's gaze fixated on Dean's thick lips which were currently turning a crusty shade of blue.

"No Im s'rry C's. C'se 'd r'ther die th'n b' lock'd 'way. I j'st c'nt do th't 'gain," Sam stuttered as his last tear reflecting his most pained and sorrowful memories rolled down his cheek.

"What do you mean 'again'?" Castiel's eyebrows creased together with confusion and curiosity.

"G'dreel. He k'pt me tr'pped 'n m' own b'dy. But ev'n then, I had D'n... L'vin in solit'ry for th't l'ng, I d'nt th'nk I cou'd d' it," Sam's chin curled in and eyes were blood shot. His legs which were tucked uncomfortably under Dean's pale corpse began to prickle and lose feeling.

"If this is what you want, I can send you to Dean's confinements in heaven. Except, there is no going back from that. You will spend eternity in heaven, unable to return to Earth," Castiel reconfirmed, regardless of knowing that Sam rarely changed his mind.

"Pl's," Sam looked sternly at Castiel with his tortured hazel eyes as he saw Castiel creep closer towards him.

His staggering breaths grew faster and heavier as he awaited his determined fate. Castiel's side now rested lightly on Dean's arm as he placed his left palm gently on Dean's chest.

Castiel awaited the rise of Dean's chest under his hand like the old days when he would watch him sleep, but that moment never arrived.

The angel felt a pain in his chest like a knife had sliced open his insides and there was no way to repair the damage.

He leaned down and placed a warm and soothing kiss on Dean's cold forehead; and he wanted nothing more than to prolong this moment, but he knew it would only cause more suffering.

Slowly, he looked back up to Sam's quivering form and reached his right hand up to Sam's head. As his fingers grazed Sam's hair, he pressed firmly and a blinding white light began to pour out of Sam's mouth and eyes like a beacon.

There was no screaming, just silence. The air vibrated and convulsed but Sam remained calm. He knew he'd be in a better place once this was all over and that offered him a sanctuary he'd never had before.

As the light faded away like the sun setting after a long day, Sam's eyes showed no recognition in his environment at all.

Suddenly, his neck rocked back and his body followed like a wave. He crashed into the neck of the couch as Dean's body shifted slightly on top of him.

Unlike Kevin's corpse, Sam's eyes weren't burned out. They were a foggy shade of hazel which blended in with his pale extremities.

Castiel caught Dean's body in his arms as it shifted and slid off the couch. He held him close and attempted to share his warmth but Dean's body couldn't retain it.

"I love you," Castiel whispered as a tear sparkled and glistened on his rosy cheek. It pained him to know he wouldn't get a reply, but regardless, he held Dean in his arms and offered him the comfort he failed to give before his demise.

Sorry guys for the late update, I've been really sick and just super busy with school and you know... procrastination.

Thank u so much for reading! Next chapter will probably be the final chapter so I'm really looking forward to it!

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