tigriswolf | Dawn - SN fic

Title: Dawn
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: that boy who breaks so beautiful, and his equally beautifully breakable brother? The poor dears aren't mine. I just love shattering them to itty pieces.
Warnings: slightly depressing, I guess.
Pairings: nada
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 460
Point of view: second and third

In the end, he dies alone.

In the end… what does it matter? Any of it? There is no point, just hopeless fluttering of wings against a wind you can never defeat. In the end you are just flesh and blood, neither powerful nor correct.

In the end… you fade away and leave no mark on the world. So why even bother? Why fight and fight when it won’t—can’t—change a thing? Nothing is ever changed, fixed, made better. The world is broken and has been since before the sun started shining.

In the end… there is nowhere to go, nothing to do. None of the lessons stick and none of the learnings help.

In the end, you are alone. And the world is colddark around you, with no hope of salvation.

In the end, Death has come as it always would and you have no one to cling to.

And it doesn’t matter, anything you have ever done. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, and there will be no funeral for you, no memorial, no anything. The wind will blow you away. The moon will gaze with calm, pale eyes. And at dawn, the sun will shine.

This is your legacy. Pain, blood, death. Despair, vengeance, failure. Mistake upon mistake upon mistake… nothing ever gets better, not for you. You are flesh and bone, tissues that tear and blood that flows. Always flowing, from beneath your skin to out of your body, away and gone, forever.

In the end, your final breath, the book shuts with a murmur and a small gasp sounds. There are no final words, only thoughts and regrets, only eyes that stare at the darkening sky.

You have spent your life fighting. And in your death, you give in quietly, with only a sigh of relief.

He dies, as he always knew he would, completely alone. Everyone leaves him in the end.

He dies quickly, painlessly, which is more than he could ever hope for, with only a moment for recognition and knowledge of the surety, the inescapability of death. A whisper on the wind, a singing murmur, and no time to dodge.

Death has followed him for over two decades and he escaped by a breath for just as long. But now there is only silence. Stillness. Eternal quiet to never again be broken by him. His voice will never again fill the world, never again laugh or groan, never again say his brother’s name.

Death has come and finally won, and all that remains is silence.

He dies swiftly, with no pain, alone beneath the endless sky.

And tomorrow, the sun will rise.

He dies with only a moment for thought—what will Sammy do now?