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Sam and Dean in 70 years:
*In a nursing home hooked up to oxygen tanks.*
“Hey…Sammy remember that one time we killed that one thing, eh. What was it called?”
There’s no response.
“Sam? SAMMY?” Dean manages to scream out and then takes breath from oxygen tank. Dean doesn’t even take the time to think he died of old age, aka: natural causes.
“God damnit, no. Don’t worry Sammy. I’ll bring you back.” Dean mutters while summoning the demon Crowley. Dean performs the required ritual to get Crowley right where he wants him. In a few seconds, Crowley appears in front of his eyes.
“Oh what a delight. Dean Winchester. Still kicking I see. Well hardly. Crowley says sarcastically as usual.
“Shut…up. All I want is to make a deal. I need to bring Sammy back.”
Crowley heaves a deep sigh. “YOU ARE SECONDS AWAY FROM DEATH YOURSELF! JUST GIVE IT UP.”
“I SAID BRING HIM BACK.”
Crowley sighs and agrees, and seals the deal with a kiss. Once Sam is breathing again, he gets out of there.
“SAMMY!” Dean says enthusiastically.
“Dean…did you sell your soul for me…AGAIN?” “I had to Sammy. I just couldn’t live without you…I couldn’t do it.”
“I WAS IN HEAVEN…YOU ASS!” Sam says, taking a quick breath from his oxygen tank. “YOU’RE GOING TO HELL NOW.”
Dean is staring into space, mummbling “I had to…I had to.” Over and over. Not even five minutes later Dean lets out his last breath.
”DEAN?! DEAN?” Sam realizes that his brother is now dead and in Hell. He summons yet, another demon to make another deal.
It’s the Winchesters. What do you expect? It’s a vicious cycle.
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