Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or the characters.
A/N: First Supernatural fic in a while. Not really sure, where the idea to this came from though.
Could I have Saved You?
"I saw you. I saw you standing there on the edge of the roof. I tried to stop you from jumping, but I guess I was too late. If I had come just a few seconds earlier... Could I have been able to stop you from doing it or where you too broken to be able to continue living anyway?" A tall man said in front of a headstone in a small graveyard. He was trying not to cry. "I should have seen it coming. I should have helped you earlier. I saw the scars on your wrists. You told me they where from battle. You didn't mean the battle we deal with everyday when we fight monsters, did you? You where talking about an inner battle. A battle that only was inside your head. A place where the worst demons live." A few tears escaped the mans eyes. "And those times when you said you'd go to a pub, but you never returned drunk. Those times you used to be high. You where taking drugs to feel better, right?" The man took a few deep breaths. "And then there's the times when you wouldn't even fight the monsters, you'd just let them throw you and kick you and you'd be smiling when it happened. It was because for a moment you felt physical pain instead of the mental pain that tortured you every day and night. Isn't that the reason you'd lock yourself in the bathroom and turned on the water, to drown out the sound of your tears. It happened when you felt you weren't strong enough. Towards the end you where always so pale and you had become so thin. You hardly ate. And you never slept for more than an hour or two each night. All the signs was there and I saw it. I knew about it. I just thought it would never get this far. If I just would have used my brain you could have been alive today. You're my brother and I had made a promise to myself that I would never let anything happen you. I broke the promise and I broke it bad. I just wish I could have taken the signs more seriously." The man became quiet as tears started rolling down his face. He stood there until darkness came and then he said: "I love you brother and I should have taken better care of you. I'm sorry for everything. Rest In Peace. I hope we'll meet again and that you'll forgive me. Goodbye." The man turned around and slowly left the graveyard. He sat down in a black Chevrolet Impala from 1967 and turned on the engine. He sat there for a moment or two before turning on the radio that started playing Show Me The Meaning Of Being Lonely by Backstreet Boys. He had never liked boy bands in his whole life, but he didn't care anymore. Not since his brother died. He turned up the volume a little and drove out on the road to never be seen again.
The End
