Heaven Can Wait by MF Luder
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Author's Notes:
Not your typical character death, so don't let that stop you from reading, please. This idea came to me randomly one day after watching a Robert Downey Jr movie and I thought back on another one he stared in, Chances Are. While the general basis is from there, it's not a parody or SPN recap of it, I made it my own. Also the story ranges in rating. Starts out PG but will eventually be NC-17.
Beta Thanks: Many thanks to my wonderful SPN betas, Xscribe and Siberian Skys
Time Frame: After The Benders
Spoilers: Just the series in general
Disclaimer: They belong to the WB and whoever produces the show.
Archive: Sam/Dean Archive, my LJ, anywhere else, please just let me know so I can visit and pet my baby on occasion.;-)
Sam had always assumed that his father would be the one to die in the last battle with the demon. He'd prepared himself for that a long time ago. He had even come to terms that it might be him who died since everything had revolved around him. His mom, his girlfriend, his powers.

So when the demon had jumped on him, claws burning into his back, yelling dark words at his dad and brother in a raspy unholy voice and Sam felt himself being pulled under, being burned, he was ready. He gave one last look at Dean, mouthing “I'm sorry,” saying goodbye with his eyes. Dean's eyes were shining, tears unshed, and he cried out in anguish.

What Sam hadn't ever imagined was Dean throwing caution to the wind and launching himself at the demon. He should have known though, Dean would protect him to the end. Surprised by the attack, it let go of Sam and turned a vicious hand on Dean, swiping at his face and leaving deep gouges.

Sam growled, angry that it would leave him for Dean; its fight was with him. He tried to go to Dean, but his father was keeping him back, shouting “No Sam!” before he continued his chanting of older-than-legend Latin.

He had to get to Dean. He could see his brother was rapidly losing, attempting to pour Holy water onto the demon as it clawed him, biting at its own shoulder to loosen Dean's grip. Their father spoke the final words of the incantation and threw a heavy silver cross straight at what would be the demon's heart, just as Dean plunged his own wooden cross into its back.

The demon's roar blew Sam back towards his father once more. Light began to emanate from it, cracks appearing in its skin like a broken mirror. As it splintered, a great wind came up, something else conspiring against Sam as he tried to get to his fallen brother. Dean was on his back but resting up on his elbows as he stared at the destruction. Sam breathed again as Dean started getting up, backing away.

Suddenly the demon stretched out one gnarled, glowing claw, managing to grasp Dean by the neck. The last thing Sam saw was Dean's face, twisted in agony as he was devoured by flames, along with the demon.

“Dean!!!”