Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.
Dean's body was on the table where he had been laid. He'd been laying there since Sam had found him in a cross roads hours ago. Unbeknownst to Sam, Dean was laid just like he had been like his dead body had been. Next to his body lied a .45.
I told him I would save him. I couldn't save him. I couldn't save him. I can't survive without him. I can't leave him alone he hates being alone. I can't leave him alone. These thoughts circulated through his mind again and again. Each time was pure torture and despite Dean telling him not to do anything stupid suddenly Sam wanted to join him. Save him from being alone. But Sam knew that if he just died he might just go to heaven with his mom. To be with Dean there was only one thing that Sam could do to make sure. Sam pick the .45 off from the table, grabbed Dean hand tightly and silently said. I'll be right there Dean you won't have to be alone . Without letting go of Dean's hand, Sam put the .45 in his mouth and swallowed the bullet.
Author's note: I don't really like it but I had to do it. Plot bunny wouldn't leave me alone.
Review and tell me what you think.