The Promise
I was trying to protect you. Keep you save.
He was the only one Dean had left. His flesh and blood. His brother.
Sammy.
But he was gone now.
If Dad's death had left a hole in him, Sammy's passing left him nothing. He felt no sorrow, no guilt, no shame, anymore. He didn't even have more tears to shed. He was hollow. He was one massive black hole. He was a bare terrain where the wind would sweep harsh and wild.
He had nowhere to go, nothing to do, or to hide under a mask that was his game face. What game face? It had only been intended for Sammy. The kid was not supposed to see his troubled and burdened feelings and mind. But Sammy was not here anymore. He was… he was…
The next second Dean realized he had been wrong. He could still weep. Wretchedly.
He had screwed up everything.