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"So... how does the story of the wolf brothers end?"
Flores begs them to surrender. Maybe Sean wants to believe it can be that easy. Maybe he’s just very tired. Maybe...
"I... I think their story ends right here..."
"So we went all this way... all that shit for nothing? You told me we were going to Mexico! You said--"
"We're done! The end! It's not who we are!"
That’s a lie. Sean knows precisely who they are.
He throws the car keys outta the window.
There's nothing Daniel can do about it.
Sean's made his choice.
There's no point. It's over.
Surrender, goddammit.
Surrender.
Surr-
"Now it's my turn to take care of us, Sean... Nothing can stop the wolf brothers!"
Daniel locks the door and presses the gas pedal, starts driving with his powers; the other hand concentrating on throwing people out of the way, crashing their cars.
Careless. Determined.
...nothing, huh?
Police opens fire; Sean’s begging him to stop.
Gunshots.
He's taking his final breaths. He sees Daniel concentrate on the gate. he doesn't see it blow up........
not with his actual fleshy eye, anyway
"Sean, you see that? Mexico, look! Sean? SEAN!"
"Oh no, no... Please, don't! Sean!"
why
the next moment he hears an anguished scream but muffled scream, like through cotton gaze
“WHY?!”
how can he still process things? he's dead now, right?
he must be. but how is that possible?
what are you, Sean?!
he can look at his body. he's not using it anymore
his soul is staring right at himself
he looks oddly peaceful with that bullet stuck in his neck, bleeding
Daniel's crying. of course he is. Sean would be crying too if he could
but he can't, can he?
Mexico at last
they reached their goal
he leaves his brother
not forever, but it'll be a while til they meet again
he realises he has one more thing he needs to make peace with first
he hopes He is still around
how do you find another ghost???
assuming He even had any unfinished business to take care of, to stick around for long enough
Sean selfishly hopes He did
that's... that's Finn!
Sean's only a little surprised He's still haunting that destroyed farm in California
not sure what He's doing here...
was He... waiting for something? someone? salvation?
has Finn even realised he died?
Sean waves at him, knocks at the nearby wall of the greenhouse
and gets no attention
obviously.
he's a ghost he barely exists
his knuckles pass right through
Finn's a ghost too. transparent. ethereal.
like a cloud of weed smoke
Sean self-consciously scratches his eye. the one that's not there
or he assumes it's not there
he doesn't know how ghost bodies work
it’s even weirder than Daniel’s power
Finn finally notices the other shade. Sean's mere presence makes him tear up. which is... strange
since when can ghosts cry?
“Holy fucking shit… no way.”
Finn takes in the view
notices everything
all the translucent scars
the eyepatch- the missing eye…
Finn flinches instantly
guilt
tilts his head, processing
"You're... dead? How?"
"Guess karma got me too"
"What the fuck happened?"
"I've created a monster. Daniel's... out of control. I wish I could be here for him, he still needs me. But I don't think I'm worthy anymore"
Sean has a selfish request. One he knows he can't ask of Finn. One that could never be fulfilled anyway.
Take care of him for me, Finn.
He can't, because Sean shot Merrill, trying to protect them all. It's only his fault Finn is d-
"Sean… Why- how do you still trust me? You don't have to answer but... And after all that happened... your eye... I know this doesn't mean shit to you now... but I am sorry. About everything.”
"I don't blame you, Finn."
Never did. Never will.
"You tried something, even if it ended up being a mistake. And... I'm sorry I got you killed."
"Thank you, Sean. You're a fucking gem, man. I love you so much. You know, that night... it meant a lot to me. Despite everythin'."
"I know, Finn. Me too," Sean sobs. seriously, how can ghosts sob???
"I don't get it, Sean."
"You don't have to. To the end and shit, man. It's time to move on, together?"
"Okay," Finn exhales.
Sean's afraid if he tried to kiss Him, he'd just pass through.
multiply but unable to blend together quite as they're supposed to ever again
He always preferred traditional art.
Finn watches as Sean fades. Collapses gently into non-existence. Early morning fog by the lake. eraser crumbs
A moment later Finn exhales calmly and feels himself turn into ghostly dust. He doesn't have any unfinished business amongst the living and unliving anymore. And neither does Sean.
I'm coming home, dad. You're gonna meet the boy I kissed.