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Wow. This is really powerful, so very hurty.

Oh, boys.

It happened too quick for Sam to do damn a thing about it, for him to yell a warning, for—
It happened too quick, and just like that, Dean’s gone.

I really like how you phrased this.

Sam didn’t move for three days, staying beside Dean’s body.

Oh, Sam. You did a great job depicting his all-encompassing grief.

He didn’t notice anything but that Dean wasn’t breathing, wasn’t moving, was getting cold and starting to smell—

*whimpers*

The world was so cold, so quiet, and Dean wasn’t—
Dean wasn’t. Anymore.

*whimpers again*

—and there was time for one thought, half a thought, a whisper that never left his throat.

And then there was fire.

Great ending!