So when I heard this song, Led Zeppelin's "Thank You", I realized that its lyrics almost perfectly described the brothers' relationship. And I felt that I just had to write this. Hope you like it! FYI it's not really a deathfic, but it may be a little sad…but I'd like to think it's a little sweet & hopeful too

If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you.

When mountains crumble to the sea, there will still be you and me.

So this was it. The end of the world. After battling monsters, demons, angels, and God. After preventing the Apocalypse- how many times? No matter what happened, Sam and Dean always managed to bounce back...until now. Dean glanced up at the fiery skies, watched as the world began to crumble before him. Sam stared as the fire came closer to where the two brothers stood, heat coating his face with a thin layer of sweat.

This was it, wasn't it? No matter how much they tried, Sam always knew deep down that there was no happy ending coming. They were destined to die young. He had always told Dean this, had accepted it in his mind. And yet- when push came to shove...Sam found that he was terrified. The fire inched closer and closer, and there was no escaping it now. Twice in his life fire came to consume those he loved, and left him untouched. He had a feeling he wasn't going to be so lucky this time.

Dean glanced over at his brother, only to find all the stubborn determination had left his face, leaving terror behind. His heart clenched at this sight. Dean knew that in their final moments, he would have to do what he'd always done their whole lives- be strong for Sammy.

"Sam?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah?" Sam practically whispered back.

"It's ok. It's gonna be alright."

Sam paused, unable to look away from the fire. "We're gonna die, Dean." he remarked, barely masking his fear.

Dean nodded. "Eh you're probably right. But that's not really the important part."

This got Sam's attention. "What?"

Dean shrugged. "So maybe we do die. But everything's gonna be ok, and you know why?"

"Why?" And Sammy sounded just like he did when he was four, asking Dean why the sky was blue, why the car made so much noise, why they didn't have a mom. It made Dean want to sob, because he could distinctly remember Sammy at various ages, asking those questions. But Dean didn't cry. He just clasped Sam's shoulder and replied, "Because I'm here, with you. And I always will be."

Sam blinked away his tears and smiled, because wasn't that just Dean to initiate one of those chick-flick moments he claimed he detested.

Little drops of rain whisper of the pain, tears of loves lost in the days gone by.

My love is strong, with you there is no wrong,

together we shall go until we die.

"I guess if we're gonna die, we should do it how we've always done things our whole lives." Sam remarked, smirking.

"And how's that?" Dean asked.


Dean grinned and grabbed Sam into a hug. Sam hugged him back with just as much fervor. After a while, Dean pulled back but kept one hand on his little brother's shoulder. Likewise Sam also grasped Dean's arm. And together they stood their ground, fierce determined looks in their eyes.

And so today, my world it smiles, your hand in mine, we walk the miles,

Thanks to you it will be done, for you to me are the only one.

Happiness, no more be sad, happiness...I'm glad.