Ok this is my first Supernatural story so play nice (pretty please)? In this story the Angels arent trying to bring forth Lucifer, they wanted to stop him. Lillith was not the final seal, she was going to do a ritual that would cause Lucifer to rise, but Sam killed her with his demon blood powers, and now Lucifer can never rise. Sam is still on demon blood, oh and Ruby is dead she wasnt working with Lilith, in an attempt to destroy her she introduced Sam to demon blood, but wound up dying in the fight with Lilith. This story begins a little while after Lilith was defeated.

I do not own Supernatural, nor do I own the characters. Eric Kripke owns them (but if he would let me borrow Dean for one night I would be very happy).

Chapter One: Fractured Image

Dean's POV
When I was younger, I can't say I was a kid , I havent been a kid since I was four, Dad would tell me three rules, three lessons I always had to follow. The first was to save people, and hunt evils that lurk in the shadows of our existence. The second was to never praise an evil deed even if it brought some semblance of good, and the third was that Sam came before everything. Given the scenario I guess Sam comes before the other rules I have been taught.
"We shouldn't of doubted you" Zacharia spoke out to Sam, patting him on the back like he was his long lost son, all the while Cass stands behind him silent, and pensive like he always acts. They congratulate Sam? For what, drinking the blood of demons, to destroy Lilith? Angels of the Lord are condoning this act as if it is okay?
"Thank you" Sam says in an almost pompous tone, when did he begin to speak like that? In a tone which sounds like he believes himself to be better than everyone else, better than me? "Lucifer will never rise, now right?"
"Thats right Sammy" Zacharia praises using my pet name for Sam, a name in which Sam always gets irked at me for using. He isn't irritated at the name now it seems, he just nods his head in approval. Maybe he was mad not at the nickname, but at the the person saying it, namely me. "It's all because of you, without you we would of never been able to do it." With that statement Zacharia looks at me for a split second his eyes flash toward an emotion of condescendence, than as if it never happened he turns his gaze back to Sam.
"I didnt do this alone" Sam states, I want to shout thank you Captain Obvious but for the first time hold my tongue, hold back my sarcastic comment. Is Mr. Ego actually about to give me credit for this victory? "Ruby helped a lot, as did you guys. Without you Lucifer would of risen." Thats who he gives credit too? A demon bitch, and a bunch of rigid douchebag Angels?
This was supposed to be my victory, my destiny. For once in my life it was about me, and Sam had to ruin it. The way he saw it was that he had to clean up my mess, poor breakable Dean stupidly broke after 30 years of torture, and broke the first seal. All year while he was getting roided up, he was using me as his excuse. Dean isn't strong enough, Dean is not Dean anymore, who in their right minds would be the same after 40 years in hell? Mr. Perfect wouldn't even last a day without breaking. Zachariah and Sam converse quietly over the ramifications of Lucifer being locked away forever. I hear them discuss the best ways to defeat the groups of demon armies still waiting for their father to rise up and lead them. They don't even realize I am still in the cold dank, basement room that they too inhabit, so caught up in their egos.
I raised Sam, I took care of him, I put his well being above my own time and time again. I DIED FOR HIM, I went to hell for him, and he never appreciated it. He always resented the life I fought so hard to give him, he always resented me. Sam laughs at something Zachariah says, and the room seems to close in on me. I can't be here, in this room where I am treated like a ghost, where I am treated as if I am a nobody. The room begins to get suffocating full, how can it feel so full when I feel so empty? I need to get out of here, I need to get air. The room spins as I not so stealthily sneak away though no one notices, my existence let alone my departure.
The Stairs creak, and twirl, and tumble though that may be in my mind. They wind, and seem never-ending, dusty and lonely, ignored, and rotted like my soul. Okay scratch that that sounds like a line from one of those sappy movies with a misunderstood emo kid starring in it. Once I manage to get outside, I am assaulted by cold, harsh air. Air that constricts, rather than relieves, I need to get further away; I fumble for the keys to the Impala, and slowly get into the drivers seat. I place my hands on the steering wheel in an effort to calm myself before starting the car. The purring of the engine soothes me, it's the only sound that has been a constant in my life, the only thing that has never left me. I pull out from the church, and speed down the highway. Where I am going is unknown, the only thing I do know is that I need to get as far away from where I am as I can.
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