Our Last Words (SPN Short Story)

{Inspired by a Tumblr post I saw on Instagram. All of the original idea is to the credit of the creators.}

There wasn't much of a chance. Not anymore. The brothers had underestimated their opponent too much this time. Even then, they had managed to save lives. Just at the cost greater than anything they had ever paid before.

They knew that this time there wouldn't be any second chances. What little luck the Winchesters had possessed was now gone, fading away as death took hold on their broken bodies. There was no where left they could turn to. No demon would make a deal, and no angel would raise them. Not anymore.

Dean did his best to focus his failing eyes. Beside him, not six feet away, was his baby brother. Though he couldn't see him clearly, he could hear Sam's rasping breaths. Dean desperately searched for what to say to him. Something, anything, before they both lost the battle with death.

A cough rattled nearby. Dean flinched at the sound of his baby brother's broken body struggling to survive. His dying mind struggled to find the time to say all of the words to say. All of the unspoken aplogies. To set straight all of the lies and the little things. To tell him how much his little brother meant to him. To tell him how much he meant to everyone.

Finally, he settled on it. One word that could tell their whole story from beginning to end. One word that, between them, would say everything it ever needed to. A smile slowly slipped unto his pained face. Another of his ribs cracked. It's not like it mattered anymore. They had pierced almost every organ anyway.

With a crackling breath, his raspy voice spoke out that single word, just loud enough for the two of them. Their own little family secret.

"Bitch."

And he kept those green eyes open just long enough to watch his little brother's face light up one last time. Just to watch a single shred of joy pass over him as Sam heard that single phrase.

"Jerk."

Sam's voice was weak, and his eyes were closing fast, but still he knew that Dean had heard him. That rebellious brother that was always going in, guns blazing, to lead the way. Dean, his older brother that had guided him from the time he was young. His older brother that had sold his soul for him. Yes, Dean.

Darkness surrounded both of them as their lives slipped away in shackles of agony. Yes, this was their end. They knew Death would come, one day. But those words, just those two words, made their deaths just a little calmer. Because they knew it was every mistake, every challenge, and every kind word they had never spoken. It was a simple 'I'll see you around' from Dean, and a simple 'You know I will' in reply.

Their last words were everything to them and nothing to outsiders. Two simple words that, to them, showed their bond would never die. No matter what they become or what comes between them, there would always be that recognition of kin. They were brothers, through and through.

Winchesters until the very end.