Uh, apparently not.
THE END OF THE ROAD
Characters: Sam and Dean - written from Dean's POV
Spoilers: Warnings: Needless to say, huge spoilers for the finale!
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: I don't own them
Well, this sucks.
All those years of hunting, and this is how it ends. A freaking rebar through the back.
Still, I guess without Chuck driving our story, we’re vulnerable to accidents now and, well, this one’s a doozy.
But it’s my time. I know that. I won’t have Sam endangering himself by trying to save me this time. He can cry and plead all he likes. I’m tired.
I’m ready to drop the final curtain.
I know that without me, there’s no hunt for Sam. And I’m good with that; he can finally live the life I want him to. I’m so proud of him; whatever he does now, I’ll always be proud of him.
But, it’s not all bad. I get to die on my feet, not bleeding out in a ditch or rotting in some hospital bed.
From here, I can look Sam straight in the eye. And make sure he knows I’m serious.
I feel like this damn thing is holding me together, it’s getting hard to breathe now…
I still have my machete in my hand.
That makes me feel like a Viking.
Like I’m about to enter the Halls of Valhalla.
I guess a warrior couldn’t ask for much more than that.
So that’s cool.
I just need Sam to tell me it’s okay for me to leave.
Although, I’m not leaving him, not really.
I’ll always be with him, in his heart.
But I need to know.
That he’ll be okay.
That Baby will be okay.
That Miracle will be okay.
I need to know.
That it’s okay.
Sam said yes.
It hurt him, but he said it.
He gave me. Permission.
I love him.
I’m proud of him.
My baby brother.