On a field somewhere...

The three men lay on the grass, their life force bleeding out onto the muddy ground beneath them. Their bodies were weary from the last battle of their long, tiring journey.

The oldest of the two brothers reached for his little brother, the little brother that he had cared for, fought for and protected since as long as he could remember. He grabbed his brother's hand, struggling to stay awake. It wouldn't be long now.

"Its okay Sammy, we did good." He knew this was true, it would be alright. They had done enough. "We did it Sammy," he chokes this out, squeezing his brother's hand tight.
Sam was horrible quiet, his chest barely rising and falling as he chokes out a grunt.
Dean squeezes his hand tight. Years of memories flood his brain. He remembers the younger years they spent in the backseat of the impala, playing toy soldiers and bickering. The years they spent laughing, all the times he would care for a sick Sammy. He remembers crawling into Sammy's crib and holding his brother close, vowing to always protect him. Now his brother lay next to him, pale and dying.
All the hunts they did, the crap they endured, the trials... after everything they had done, all these years of fighting and beating impossible odds. Everything they had done and this was what it was all leading up to. This was the end of their story.

"Hey, Sammy?" Dean turns his head towards his brother. "Sammy?"
Sam was silent, his chest almost still now, but Dean felt the slightest squeeze of his fingers. Even now, Sam held to the Winchester's stubborn streak as he clung to life.
"I'm proud of us." Dean coughs, blood was pooling in his chest. "I'm proud of what we've... what... we've done."

He didn't want to watch his little brother die. Not now, not like this. "Sam? It'll be okay, you here me, I'll see you... there."
Sammy exhales slowly, pain evident in his voice. "Jerk."
Dean can't stop the tears now. "Bitch." He can barely stand to watch as Sammy finally grows still, his lax face still turned towards Dean.

"Dean?" Castiel, somehow still kicking despite the angel blade sticking out of his stomach.
"...Cas." Dean can barely form any coherent thoughts now. He blindly grabs Castiel's hand as well. "I... so I... guess this is it, huh?" He fights the urge to close his eyes. Not yet. "The... end of... team free will."

Castiel sighs, the light of his dying grace expanding. "I shall see you...again."

Dean can't do anything but hope that was true.

Dean's last thoughts are of the two most important people in his life, lying on either side of him. Still, as he clutches to their limp hands. He lets the memories fill his mind until the pain is no more than a pesky buzz in the background. Then, with one last, painful breath, Dean Winchester was no more.

The three men lay side by side. The two brothers who had faced every horror imaginable together, now silent next to each other. Side by side on last time. Surrounding them, the burned-out wings of the angel that had become family.

Finally, after everything, they were able to lay their weary heads to rest as they go. Together.