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Dean could feel himself giving into the darkness, his body giving in to the exhaustion, but he couldn't leave, not yet.
"Wait I've got to say say something to you."
"What?" Sam sounded like he was close to crying.Dean stared into those beautiful teary hazel eyes, soaking in his baby brother one last time. He mustered what was left of his strength to say what he wanted to say to Sam for years now, something he vowed to do someday but never had the guts to say it until now.
"I love you baby boy."
Sam couldn't breath. His brother, the one he wanted ever since he understood what the word "love" meant, was confessing his true feelings for him. He felt a pang in his heart as he realized his brother called him "baby boy," a nickname he stopped using when Sam was seven because Dean claimed he was getting too old for it.
"Dean-" he wanted to tell him how he felt the same, always have and always will, when his brother fell forward in his arms, the last of his strength fading away.
Dean could not hear the cries or the heaving, could not feel Sam trembling or the tears falling onto his because he was already gone.