Sam stood in the middle of kitchen of where that little girl possessed by Lilith lived. He was immune to Lilith's "ray beam" of burning light which gave him enough time stab Lilith killing her. For a moment he stood there relieved. He did it, he killed Lilith. Then he glanced down at him. Dean, mauled by hellhounds. He laid there covered in his own blood. Lifeless. He stared up to the ceiling. Dean was dead.
He walked over to the lifeless corpse trying with all his might to hold back tears. His lips quivered as he was brought down to his knees. He bites his lip, still trying to hold back tears, but there was no use. Dean was dead.
He picked up Dean's head and sat it in his lap. Dean's eyes were unmoving. "No…No, No, nonononono…No." Sam cried. Tears escaped his eyes. He couldn't hold them back any longer. "Dean." Dean was dead.
He gently laid Dean's head back on the ground. He placed a hand on Dean's bloody torso and there for what felt like forever. At one point he had his face on Dean's chest. Sam didn't even notice Bobby walk into the house.
"Sam? Dean?" Bobby entered the kitchen where he first saw the girl Lilith and Ruby had been wearing. It was seconds later that he saw Sam crying into Dean's bloody chest. It took all of Bobby's strength to get Sam off Dean and Dean in his car. Dean was dead.
Bobby dragged Sam out of the house and to the Impala. "Sam, snap out of it. You have to get back to my place. You can sulk there."
"He's gone." Sam said flopping gracelessly into the driver's seat of the Impala.
"I know, boy. When we get to my place we'll give him the hunter's funeral."
"I can't do that, Bobby. You have to understand I can't do that."
"You have too, son. I know it's hard but it has to be done. It's the only way we know for sure that Dean's soul is at peace."
"I can't do that, Bobby. I just can't. I have to have a body here if I'm gonna want to bring him back."
"You're not going to bring him back, Sam. How would Dean feel if you brought him back the same way he brought you back? I'm not going to let you do that. We're going to head to my place and give Dean the hunter's funeral he knew that he was going have."
"Please, Bobby. We could bury him here in Pontiac."
"What would we tell Faith when she got older? That her Dad died in Illinois so we buried him there, instead of being cremated here where he wanted."
"Faith will never know Dean."
"Come on, Sam, we have to get back. Ellen and Jo are waiting for us."
Sam nodded and started the engine up. And a couple hours later Ellen and Bobby were watching Dean's body turned to ash. Ellen could barely watch it. She ended up wrapping herself around Bobby and cried in the crook of his neck. Sam sat inside with Jo. Sam wrapped his arms around her as she cried. Sam tried to be strong, just like Dean had told him to be for as long as he could remember, but…Dean was dead.
It felt like years just sitting there on the couch with Jo. Bobby and Ellen walked into the house with tear stains down their cheeks. "It's done." Dean was cremated.
Sam looked up at Bobby and rose to his feet. He heard a faint cry. "I'm going to check on Faith." He rushed up the stairs. He walked into the nursery. He walked over to the crib where a squirming, crying, 4 month old infant laid. "Hey there, baby girl. Are you hungry?"
Sam lifted her out of the crib. He checked her diaper. She did need a change. After she was clean she was still a little fussy. "Alright, pumpkin, Daddy pumped us enough breast milk before he left so we could ease you into formula."
The infant gulped down Dean's milk in record time. It made Sam smile a little. "How is Faith?" Jo asked standing in the doorway.
"Fine, normal."
"She doesn't know what is going on with her Dad. How are you doing?"
"I'm hanging in there."
"How hard are you holding on?"
"I just lost my brother…and my…"
"I know, things will get better."
"I wish he would have just let me die."
Jo's eyes widened. "You don't mean that, Sam."
"Yes, I do. Every word. Dean was already pregnant with my baby before Jake killed me. Faith would still be here."
"Yeah, but you wouldn't. You helped Dean though that whole pregnancy, hormones, carvings, aches, pains, and labor. Dean would have never just let you die, unless he knew he was coming right afterwards."
"I loved him."
"I know you did. We all did. You know how that memory of Dean will carry on?" Jo said gently picking Faith out of Sam's grasp when she was done eating. "Faith. She look exactly like Dean. That's how you will remember him, though her."
"I just want him back."
"We all do. Get some sleep. I've got things undercontrol with Faith."
Sam nodded and dragged himself to his room and flopped on his bed, but he didn't sleep. He quietly cried and soon cried himself to sleep. Dean was dead.
He woke up late that next day. He looked at the clock. '12:30' It was the first night Faith hadn't woken him up. He got up and got dressed. He made a decision in that instant. He heard Jo's voice walking up the steps and the babbling of Faith. Sam walked out of the bedroom.
"Look, Faith, Papa is awake. You want him to put you down for your nap?"
Faith gurpled and did a grabby hand motion towards Sam. Sam lifted her slowly into his arms and half smiled. This was the hard part. Forcing a smile on your face and making yourself look and appear happy to your four month old daughter when on the inside you just want to die and drown in your own emotions, but Sam managed to fake it. "I got her, Jo. Thanks. You go downstairs, I got everything under control."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I'm sure."
"Alright." Jo nodded as she walked back down the stairs.
Sam walked into the nursery and sat down in the rocking chair. "Hey there, Faith, baby girl. Are you ready for a nap?"
Faith just blinked up at him.
"I didn't think so. I'm going to tell you a little story." Faith just blinked and grabbed Sam's shirt. "I'm not your Daddy. Yes, you are my daughter, but I'm not your Daddy. I just helped. I'm going to do something once you are asleep to make sure that I will not be your father at all. I'll be Uncle Sammy. I can't take the roll of being a father because your Daddy is my brother. I don't want you to feel like an outcast because your father was an incestuous bastard. He wasn't, that was me. When you get older you're going to live with your Uncle Sammy, Auntie Jo, Grandma Ellen and Grandpa Bobby."
Faith's eye were dropping at that point.
"I knew that would get you tired. For all you will know both your Daddy's died when you were just a few months old."
Once Faith was asleep Sam crept out of the nursery setting the baby monitor on the top of the stairs so the other could hear it if Faith woke up.
Somehow he did it. He somehow got out of Bobby's house unnoticed and made it to a random car and hotwire it and drove to the nearest crossroads. Sam gathered all his stuffed and buried it in the center. A attractive woman in a little black dress appeared near Sam.
"Sam Winchester. How am I not surprised you would show up? A day after your brother…lover…died."
"I'm not asking t bring him back. I burned his bones. He can't come back. I wanna talk to the King of the Crossroads. There has to be a leader of all you crossroad demons." Sam snapped.
"Why would he want to talk to you? You did kill Lilith."
"Let me talk to your damn boss." Sam spat out.
"My boss is very busy. He doesn't have time to—" the woman said but was interrupted.
"That's enough. Sam Winchester, your brother is having so much fun in the pit."
Sam turned around and saw a shorter man with a scruffy beard and a tailored suit on. His voice was gruff and British or maybe it was a mix of England and Scotland. Sam couldn't really tell. "Who are you?"
"I'm the guy you asked for." The man showed his read demon eyes. "The names Crowley."
"Well, Crowley, I didn't come here to make a deal. This isn't something that can really be put on a time limit."
"Well, why are you even here then?" Crowley snarled.
"I want you to take all my DNA and genes out of my daughter."
"Why?"
"I don't want to be her Dad. I want to be her Uncle."
"If I take every that make her your daughter, she would be your niece either." The demon said confused.
"That would be the case normally, but the other father is Dean Winchester."
Crowley looked stunned. "You incestuous bastard."
"That's exactly what I don't want my daughter to think of her deceased Dad. Or that her said Uncle is really her father."
"The problem with that Moose is that it takes two to tango."
"Moose?"
"Yes, you are huge like a Moose. You really think I could just pull a name out of a hat of a person who died around the same time Dean did?"
"Can you?"
"Well, sure hundreds of people die each day."
"Will you do it then?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I make deal and in 10 years your contract is up and I get my Hellhounds to collect. The contract is sealed with a kiss and there is no avoiding it."
"How about if I quit hunting… for good, no coming back, no occasional hunt here and there. I mean done, 100% done with hunting?" Sam let Crowley think for a moment before speaking again. "I killed Lilith, and Dean and I are known for begin probably the greatest hunters around. Dean's dead. If I quit hunting for good that mean you have two less hunters to worry about."
"Fine! Fine! I will take you out of your daughter and make you and uncle. The man replacing you is a man named Jimmy Novak. He died around 3:30 last night for and stroke in his sleep. This deal doesn't have a time limit. You will die of old age. This deal does need to be sealed with a—"
Sam slammed his lips into the demons sealing the deal.
"Kiss…" Crowley finished. "Now because no one wants revenge driven Sam Winchester on their ass, I added more to the pot."
"like what?"
"Anyone you and Dean have ever come in contact with will think of you and Dean as nothing more than brothers. Dean the big brother and little Sammy the little brother. Even Bobby, Ellen and Jo will think you of you guys as JUST brothers. Are you happy now?"
"You have no idea. I guess not all demons are bad after all." Sam smirked.
"I just did this because no demon wants a Winchester walking around ready to kill us at any moment. I like being a demon, I'm good at what I do. I'm a sales man, nothing more. I only make deals like this once millennia or so."
Sam smiled. "Thank you."
Crowley nodded his head and vanished. Sam made his way to the car he stole. Once he got back to Bobby's Jo and Ellen were sitting on the porch talking with Faith in Jo's arms.
"Hey, look, Faith. Uncle Sammy's home." Jo smiled.
Sam breathed a sigh a relief when he heard that. It had worked. "Where were you?" Ellen said as Sam scooped Faith in his arms.
"I went on a drive."
"You didn't even bothering on telling anyone?"
"I need some time alone, to think." Sam started to get teary eyed just thinking about Dean.
"Now, now, Sam. It's ok, so get frazzled. I know how you feel. We have all be really distant today. We all need our space and time to grief and heal." Ellen said patting Sam back.
"I'm gonna need more than a day to grief and mourn my brother's death, Ellen." Sam said.
"I know, sugar. Take all the time you need. Just don't let it affect how you take care of Faith. I'm not going to let you mourning affect your health."
"I know, Ellen. Between you, Bobby, and Jo, y'all keep my head screwed on."
"You do the same with us"
Sam smiled and walked into the house. He can only imagine what life will be like with her. Sam's thoughts were still clouded. He probably would never stop thinking about it. He could have stopped it. He could have save him. Now, there was nothing he could do to bring him back. Nothing at all. Dean was dead.
A/N: Just wanted to let y'all know that the icon image of this story was actually drawn by yours truly...in my honest opinion it's one of the best pieces i've done, let me know what you think of it. I hope you like this new story. It popped in my head and it was different all the other stories i have already done. Why not something different, right? Enjoy! :)