Hey, well I must say that Season 3 was wonderful, but I hate the ending

Hey, well I must say that Season 3 was wonderful, but I hate the ending. I mean how can they make us wait so long to find out what will happen...well I'm going to write what I think should happen. It won't be good but I hope you like it nevertheless.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters however the plot is mine.

A/N: 888a day's passing

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One Step Closer!

Sam sat on the floor, his brother's lifeless body cradled to his chest. His cheeks were stained with drying tears. So he sat, gently rocking back and forth, wishing that his big brother was alive. He stayed in that spot for what seemed like hours but was really only two minutes. He heard Bobby running to the front door, and he shook his head sadly. With gentle hands he laid his brother's prone body on the floor before standing up. He walked to the window and opened it without a sound. He heard Bobby open the front door and knew he had to get moving. He took one last look at Dean.

"Goodbye, big brother."

He whispered ever so slightly before walking into the darkness of the night. He walked to the parked impala and fought down tears that threatened to fall. Slowly he sat in the driver's seat, smelling Dean's scent; he could almost see Dean slouching in the passenger seat. With one last rub of the eyes he started the engine and pulled out, putting as much distance between the house where his brother lay and himself.

"I'll fix this Dean. I promise." He said to the wind, the emptiness he felt would only be filled by Dean's presence, and he was determined to save Dean, and fill his heart once more.

Meanwhile

Bobby ran to the house he saw the boys sneak into earlier, his heart pounding. With silent steps he walked inside the house. He scanned the walk way and saw nothing, but he noticed a light from a door leading to a cellar. He made his way down the stair, years of practice making his steps undetectable. He found a family; a child, wife and husband huddled together.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

The women nodded hesitantly. "Is…Is it safe?"

Bobby ran a hand down his face, "let me double check. Stay here."

He walked up the stairs and walked to the kitchen, his gun raised in caution. He found nothing in the rest of the upstairs rooms and when he made his way downstairs he noticed another door. One that was closed. He slowly walked over to it and gently pushed it open, his heart stopping in his chest.

"Oh, Dean."

He said, tears filling his eyes at the sight before him. Dean lay on his back, his hands folded. Blood was everywhere, leaking from Dean's body. With a sad, tear stained face he looked around for Sam. When he did not find him he began to worry. It was then he heard the impala's engine start to life and noticed the window open. He walked over in time to see the retreating headlights of the impala, and the lone Winchester driving thus car. His heart went out to the boy; he suffered too much in his short life, one that had ended only a year ago. Now he was living the nightmare Dean had faced only one year before.

"mm." a small noise put Bobby on alert; he spun around and saw the body known as Ruby moving. Knowing that she was not possessed any longer he went to her. When he had her settled he retrieved the family from downstairs. And with the help of the husband got Dean's body into his truck, before driving off into the same direction Sam had headed. He only hoped he would find Sam soon.

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Sam sat on the bed at the crappy motel he currently rented. He had booked a room with two beds, out of habitat he assumed. However it reminded him of the absent of his older brother, Dean. He realized how much he truly needed Dean. He sighed and rubbed his eyes again.

"What do I do?" he asked the room. The room answered by his cell phone ringing for the 12th time that night. Each call he knew was from Bobby, each call he ignored.

His cell phone pinged, telling him Bobby had left yet another voice message. He fell on his back, looking up at the ceiling. And so he stayed like that for more than 3 hours, just thinking.

"Ruby…" he whispered. A plan beginning to form within his mind. He didn't know if it was possible but he planned on summoning Ruby. Asking her for her forgiveness and her help.

"It's the only way." He whispered to himself.

So he began the ritual of summoning the demon. He spoke the Latin phrases with expertise. He waited when he finished, and wished with all he had for Ruby to come.

"Sam?"

"Ruby?" he asked.

"The one and only Sam. So tell me, what do you want?" she smiled wickedly at him.

Sam sighed and sat on his bed, his head in his hands. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry Sam, can you repeat that?" Ruby said.

Sam looked up new tears filling his eyes, "you were right, it didn't work. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you…please help me."

Ruby laughed, "So what you think because now that Dean's dead you can save him?"

Sam flinched and sagged even more, "So there is no way I can save him?" he asked, all his hope crashing.

"Well no, I didn't say that. It's just funny how Dean had to die before you realized I was right."

Sam looked up with big brown eyes. "Will you help me? Will you help me control my powers and get Dean back?"

Ruby's eyes turned black, "I suppose Sam, I suppose."

Sam smiled slightly. "When do we start?"

"Tomorrow."

She said before going onto the empty bed and lying down. Sam sighed, he was still uneasy about having a demon in the same room as he was, and he knew Dean would disapprove. But soon his worn out body gave into a deep sleep.

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"Okay Sam, now your powers are dormant, we just need to unleash them." Rub said as she paced the floor.

"But how do we do that?" Sam asked.

Ruby stopped, and turned to Sam. "You have to give in. let your powers come, will them to become part of you."

Sam felt uneasy, someone cautious of doing such.

"It won't work unless you accept your powers Sam. You can't save your brother without them, just accept them.

Sam sighed, closed his eyes and thought about his powers. Thought about how he had used them in order to save Dean before by pushing the hutch out of the way of the door. He thought about how it would be like to be able to save his brother. How maybe, these powers weren't so bad.

"You ready Sam?" Ruby asked.

Sam opened his eyes and nodded.

"Okay we'll start small, telekinesis is the easiest to master." Ruby walked around the room, stopping in front of the refrigerator. She pulled out a sandwich. She walked over to the opposite side of the table where Sam sat. She sat down and looked across at Sam.

"I want you to concentrate on this sandwich. I want you to think about bringing it to your self."

Sam nodded and looked at the sandwich. He will it to move towards himself, for a long time nothing happen when all of a sudden the plate jerked in the direction of Sam.

"Wow." Sam said, surprised it worked.

"That's not good enough Sam. Keep trying until it is all the way towards you." She said, but inside she was pleased he had made some leeway.

And so for the next 3 hours Sam sat at the table, the sandwich and plate inching its way towards Sam. Ruby sat looking, glad that Sam was accepting his powers. It took 3 hours and 45 minutes but eventually Sam succeeded in moving to plate and sandwich to his side of the table. He smiled. Ruby smiled back, they were one step closer to saving Dean. Even as a demon she did not wish anyone to go to hell, and she would do anything to help Sam, because in more than one way they were alike, even if he didn't know it.

888-3 days later

"God Dammit, Sam!" Bobby hollered into the phone reciever. He rubbed his weary face. he had spent the last 4 days looking for Sam. He would be lying if he said he wasn't worried. He most have called Sam more than 30 times by now. Each time only getting Sam's voice mail. He had tried numerous times to track Sam down, each time coming up empty handed. He had to bury Dean soon, it was beginning to smell.

"Damn Winchesters and their thick headed minds!"

He shut his phone with an angry sigh. He turned to Dean.

"You guys don't need this shit." he said, feeling sad.

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"You're getting better Sam." Ruby commented.

Sam smiled as he concentrated on the floating tv. He slowly moved the tv to it's resting place. He was becoming stronger. His telekinesis was improving very quickly. He was moving onto larger objects.

"Okay Sam, throw me at the wall, hold me there." Ruby said.

"What?" Sam asked, confusion written on his face.

Ruby rolled her eyes, " You need to be able to hold her off, practice on me, because i'll be pushing back."

Sam nodded and soon Ruby was pinned to the wall with great force. Not even Ruby's struggles against Sam broke his hold. After few minutes Sam smiled and released his hold on Ruby.

Ruby smiled, "Good job Sam." she said before slowly picking up a knife and throwing it at Sam unexpectably.

Sam caught off gaurd still did well in stopping the knife before it hit him in the chest. It froze mid air and he shot it back at Ruby, who threw it back at him. They did this for a while before Ruby stopped and placed the knife back in it's proper place.

"I think it's safe to say Sam, you've master telekinesis. Now let's work on your strength."

"Okay, let's do it." Sam smiled, he liked the way using his powers made him feel. He should have done this long ago.

In Hell

"SAM!"

Dean screamed for his brother, for his father, even his mother. he hurt, but what was even more worse was what the demons showed him. They showed Sam and Ruby. He saw his brother learning how to use his powers. His heart pounded in his chest. He did not want Sam to learn how to use his powers. Dean wouldn't know what to do if Sam turned...

He heard a laugh, and turned his head. He saw the yellow-eyed demon sitting on the wires that suported his body...or soul?

"Ahh, what a fast learner Sammy is. What do you think Dean?"

Dean starred at the demon, hate written in his eyes.

"It's Sam. You son of a bitch." Dean Spat.

"What's with the hard feelings, Dean?" The demon smiled wickedly.

"You ruined everything. You ruined my life, Sam's life, my dad's, my mom's and Jessica's."

"it had to be done."

"Why so you could end up in hell?"

The demon laughed, "It got Sam to use his powers didn't it."

Dean looked away and back at the scene in front of him. He saw Sam fell trying to hold a heavy object that Dean could not make out.

"Sammy." he said, his concern for his brother was still with him, even in hell.

"There's nothing you can do Dean, Sam's mine, he'll turn."

"No, no he won't" Dean said with determination, his eyes never left Sam. he missed his brother and he wanted to be with him, sztop him from using his powers. But he couldn't, he couldn't do anything.