Sam & Dean Winchester | Seasons 1-8
Saw a quote from Jensen yesterday that he didn’t have to imagine it was someone other than Jared, someone closer to him, to access the emotion for this scene.
It never occurred to me before that Dean hadn’t seen his Mom on the ceiling. His Dad probably told him how she’d been killed but the reality had been left to his imagination. Then suddenly he runs into Sam’s room and for the first time, he’s able to see for real what he’d thought about all his life. And it’s even worse than he’d ever imagined.
Voice mail [written for Bee by Dee who was inspired by this]
Sam blinks awake one night, unsure of what woke him up. He glances around the room, immediately noticing Dean’s empty bed and the soft glow of light emanating from the slightly open bathroom door.
Normally Sam would’ve just simply turned over and went back to sleep, but he’s been concerned about his brother ever since the night Cas fluttered off from the cabin. His emotionally-stunted brother would never admit, but Sam knows Dean misses the angel.
He gets out of bed and softly makes his way over to the bathroom, thanking Dean for leaving it slightly ajar. He peeks inside, ready to burst in if his brother is doing something stupid.
Dean is sitting on the edge of the tub, his back slightly turned to the door. He has his phone pressed against his ear, but he isn’t saying anything. Sam’s not sure who Dean would be calling as the list of people on their contact list is practically non-existent at this point. Bobby isn’t exactly in the condition to be picking up phones and Cas’s phone is in the glove compartment of the impala.
As he watches his brother for a few more minutes, Dean hangs up the phone several more times, only to redial and press the phone against his ear again. He never says a word. He has this soft, wistful smile on his face as he listens to whoever is on the other side.
Sam doesn’t understand what he’s seeing, but it’s nothing dangerous so he returns to bed.
The next morning, he can’t fight his curiosity. He steals Dean’s phone off the nightstand while his brother is in the shower and scrolls over to the “dialed numbers” page.
Cas. Cas. Cas. Cas.
His brother’s been calling Cas’s number over and over. Sam hits the call button, brings the phone up to his own ear and listens as a familiar voice comes on.
“I don’t understand. Why do you want me to say my name?”
i don’t think you understand i actually have tears in my eyes
Dean’s first words we saw on the series were, “Goodnight Sam”
What if the series closes with the boys dying. Sam goes first and Dean’s last words are, “Goodnight Sam.”
(x)
Finally. It was over.
Each breath was hurting less and less, each limb growing heavy but Dean didn’t mind anymore. They finally did it.
“Sammy.” He grunted out, blood seeping down along his jaw line from his slip lip. On the cement floor he laid, his eyes staring at the ceiling, watching the last swirl of smoke begin to fade into the air. It took months, they fought through the worst and lost the best people… Dean flinched a little when he tried to move, only able to tilt his head to the side, letting his bruise cheek touch the cold floor. They lost Castiel along the way, Dean gave a smile to himself. Surprised that his angel didn’t return like he always did, didn’t pop up at that moment and heal them both like before.
No, this was different.
Glancing up, his vision blurring out, he found his interest and his voice cracked as he called out again. “Sam.” There, an arm’s length away laid his brother. Battered and broken, still on his back. Dean tried to reach to him, his arms protesting in pain, shaking dirty covered fingers clawing at the ground to touch him, to shake him but he couldn’t move. His body gave up then, his system shutting down and Dean only smiled.
“I dont think.. we’ll be coming back this time little brother.” He wheezed out, his chest feeling heavy. His broken ribs must be crushing his lungs. A cough came out of his throat making him jerk and shut his eyes tightly, a flare of hot pain slicing along his torso. God that hurt, everything hurt. Once it faded to a dull throb again, Dean looked back over at his little brother, taking in what he saw. Sam’s face looked so relaxed, peaceful even and Dean couldn’t help but think he was asleep. His mind knew he wasn’t, his heart broke knowing the truth but Dean choose to take his lie. It was better this way.
They finally finished what they started. Yes, there were still demons out there, monsters. Ghost. There were still people who needed to be saved, who needed help and now other hunters had to do it. Dean and Sam set out to finish what they started. They broke open the door of hell, they closed it. They set off the apocalypse and they put an end to it. It cost them everything but the brothers did it. The leviathan were bought into their world by another but the brothers stood up and helped put them back.
“You think we did enough?” Dean whispered to his brother, knowing no answer would come back. Taking a few steady breaths, he chuckled to himself. They were finally able to stop them, burning the last spell to send back the leviathan to where they belonged. A spell that was not easy to get ahold of or do. His vision was started to go black, his mind screaming in alert. This time, Dean thought to himself, when he closed his eyes. They would not open and Yet if they did, he hoped he would see his brother standing in front of him with his stupid big grin and floppy hair, ready to jump back into the impala and set out to god only knows where.
Feeling the darkness start to settle, almost felt like he was falling asleep. Dean gave his brother one last look, staring at his closed eyes before he whispered out, his fingers twitching to touch him one last time. “… Goodnight Sam..”
With one last sigh, Dean let his eyes close and let his body sink, joining his brother in the darkness of death, just like it was suppose to be.
