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Author Note: I wanted to write something and this is what popped in my head. Read and Review!!
Sam's Stages of Grief
Denial
One year. Dean's been gone one year. A lot has changed in that year. I've become what I never thought I would…obsessed. Just like dad did when he first lost mom. I was supposed to be able to save him. He's not supposed to be gone. This can't be happening. This isn't happening. One year and those are still the thoughts running through my head. I just can't believe he's gone.
Anger
Fighting. That's all I've been doing to keep afloat. Finding anything and everything I could to get revenge on. Anything that might get me one step closer to bringing Dean back. I deal with out of ordinary things everyday. There has to be a way to bring him back. Remember that obsession I was talking about. It's starting to scare even me.
Bargaining
By this time I've talk to so many people I've lost count. I've asked for so many things. Given up so many things and nothing is working. Everyone is just trying to convince me that he is gone for good. What they don't understand is that, that's not an answer. He is not gone for good. There has to be another way to get him back.
Depression
I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes I see the same thing. That last fight I had with him.
Flashback
"Sam give it up. There's no way to save me without losing you. We are not trying anything."
"What is your problem man. Don't you want to be saved. All I hear coming out of your mouth is no, no, no and your not going to help me. Well what about me? What happens to me when you go? That's it it's done and I'm on my own. Dean we grew up together. What's going to happen to me when your not around anymore?"
Dean just looked at me a long time and finally said, "You'll be fine Sammy."
Flashback over
I was so busy being selfish I even tried the guilt trip. That answer never did satisfy me. I am so far from fine that I don't even recognize myself anymore.
Acceptance
It's done. I've exhausted every source I know. I even ran across someone who moonlighted as a shrink. You know what they told me. That I was just going through the stages of grief. The only thing left was acceptance. Acceptance of what? That my brother is gone and I'm never going to see him again. How does someone accept something like that. I don't think I can. I mean it makes sense, but I don't think I can. My level of acceptance will come when I see Dean again, because I will see Dean again.
R&R