BITCH - JERK - SHUT UP
There were too much blood. The three of them knew this. No turning back. No returning to life. No one to bring them back. Heaven or hell, they didn’t knew which one.
Dean: Y/N, Sammy?
Dean’s voice was shaking, breathless.
You: Still here.
Sam: Same.
They couldn’t talk way more.
Hands on their wounds, trying to stop the bleeding.
You look next to you and see Dean two feet away, blood surrounding him, too. You look further and see Sam five feet away. Having trouble to breath. You look back at the sky. Knowing it will probably be the last time you will see stars. Heaven won’t be waiting for you.
Dean looks at his brother, all he could taste was the blood in his mouth. He looks at the love of his life. Her eyes slowly glazing over. This was it. The end was near.
Dark was coming at the corner of his eyes. He knew that he needed to say something to the two people he loved the most in this world before it was too late.
Dean: Bitch.
You and Sam laugh wet, blood falling from their mouths.
Sam: Jerk.
You: Shut up.
Simple words. Simple words they used to always say since they know each others. Simple words that means one thing “I love You” and “See you soon”, because they know that no matter what, they’ll find each others back again.
As they drift away, leaving these words hang in the air, and smile on their faces, the world loose its best soldiers.
But none of this matters, they still got each others.