I Saw The End Before It Began

Summary: At the end, Dean knew it was over. He was just waiting for Death. One that it seemed wouldn't come any time soon. EndVerse!Dean EndVerse!Cas

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

Chapter 1: Confrontation

It hadn't seemed like the end. Not really. Not when it was happening. It was only after that it all fell apart. Of course it did. Dean didn't know why he had expected something different. It never made a difference. Not to anyone…well anyone but Dean.

He tried. Dean put everything he had into everything he did and it never mattered. So he was tired and at the end of his rope. So maybe he did want to give up. That was life wasn't it? It got hard and rough and in the end you either keep fighting or you give up. Dean didn't want to fight anymore. Mostly because he didn't know what he was fighting for…but also because he was tired of being alone, he couldn't live like that anymore.

"Are you giving up so soon Dean?"

Dean cracked open his eyes. It didn't do much good, the sticky blood from the head wound preventing him from actually seeing anything. Not that it mattered. He knew the voice. It was Sam's, even if it was Lucifer driving the wheels.

"This isn't even fun anymore. I thought you'd provide more of a challenge. You and your rebels, even little Castiel had a role in all of this, but you, you're just going to lie there and give up?" Dean could hear the smirk in Lucifer's voice as he goaded him. "Why do you think you're still alive? You think it's because of God? Father doesn't care what happens to you humans, he doesn't care about his angels. He's letting us rip the world apart and won't interfere."

Dean jolted at that. He knew Lucifer was aware of him and his group. They were the last real resistance, but Dean had never questioned why.

"Now," Lucifer had a smile in his voice, and it bothered Dean more than the smirk, "now you can listen to all those people who put their faith in you die. They trusted you, made you their leader, and you…you pushed them away, led them like lambs to slaughter, even my rebellious little brother stayed by your side knowing this was a suicide run."

Lucifer laughed. "You aren't dying Dean. No, you've been dead inside for too long."

The screams had died down. Lucifer watched as two demons brought out Castiel, still breathing, but injured. "You should have joined me when you had the chance little brother. You and Gabriel both."

That got a flinch from Castiel and surprised Dean enough that he opened his eyes a bit more. "Gabriel?"

"The Trickster. Loki. You turned him away. He went to you to help and you kicked him to the curb. I haven't seen him since our last little tiff, but I'll find him and this time I will kill him. He betrayed me in ways Michael hadn't, you know." The tone was almost conversational. "He was my beloved little brother, looked up to me, I taught him everything I know, and when I asked him to join me…well you know how it goes, don't you Dean. Sam took off first chance he got to get away from his family. I suppose it's our fault. Gabriel was always too emotional…attached."

"You don't know anything…" Dean ground out.

"Don't I?" the amused lilt in Lucifer's voice was quickly becoming grating.

"I'm having a thought here, Dean, why don't you pick up the gun and shoot me? You can't can you? You just want it all to end…and you Castiel. You fell for a human who doesn't even respect you. You put your faith in the wrong human little brother and now you'll pay for that too."

Lucifer snapped his fingers and the demons dropped Castiel right next to Dean who was quickly fading out as he tried to reach the Colt just so he could shoot the Devil and prove the bastard wrong. His fingers grazed the cool metal, but he had no grip.

"I'm not going to kill either of you. Death is a mercy. You can live. Live knowing I spared your lives and that this world is in ruin because the both of you failed."

The sound of rustling feather's signaled Lucifer's departure. Castiel had already blacked out but Dean wanted to cry. This was his fault, but more than that it was also God's. God who had the same devil may care attitude as John Winchester, who abandoned his children without any other instructions other than the importance of family and to take care of each other. God who seemed to still manage to have favoritism among his creations even though he preached equal love for all…and that was why Dean could never get behind religion…his faith died with his mother.

Lucifer had had one thing right.

God had sat back and let the Apocalypse happen, but Dean had failed. As he blacked out Dean almost prayed he wouldn't wake up. But there was nothing worth praying for anymore and between God and His angels no one was listening anyway. Besides, Dean didn't have any hope or faith left in him.

A/N: I really shouldn't be doing this…but I had to get back into story writing. I'm sorry people from other fandoms who have liked my work. I've been so busy I haven't had a chance to update or work on other stories. This one can stand as a one shot but I do have ideas for other chapters if this receives a favorable response. I am working on my other stories though.