Author's Note: This is my first story, hope you like it, please read and review. Shoutout to MoonlitShadowsoftheHumanSoul.
It all started when Sam was 6 months old and his mother was a bleeding fireball resting on the ceiling. She had interrupted the yellow-eyed demon and paid dearly for it. Sam was lying in his crib, the blood of his mother slowly dropping on him. That was the night Dean became Sam's caretaker and defender, alongside being his older brother.
Before John died, he told Dean to watch out for Sammy but kill him if it came to it, which was one of the things Dean could never fathom doing, that he would always protect Sam from becoming a thing that Dean would be forced to kill. But still it haunted him. John died to save Dean -a fact Dean couldn't ever forget -and Dean died to save Sammy. Dean couldn't forgive himself or live with himself or even live without his brother. John's death left Dean guideless, without orders. And Dean had done some of the biggest screw-ups ever, in his opinion. Dad would've done better.
Dean went to hell for Sammy. Dean was tortured in hell for 30 years, before caving in. Something his dad hadn't nor would ever do. Dean was dead for months, but Sam brought him back to life aided by the power of Castiel.
