Hey All,

So I know you havent heard from me in like literally 3 years, and I'm so sorry. I started college in 2011 and am in nursing school, so i have had almost no time to write.

Also i got some really hateful private messages about my last story, Ancient chains. I do want to finish it, i hate leaving a story unfinished, so I will try, but until then, enjoy my mini Ficlet!

This wasn't how it was supposed to be. It was supposed to be him, it wasn't supposed to his brother... It wasn't meant to be him; he had spent his entire life trying to get out. Now… now he had taken the only possible way out. Warmth soaked through his jeans and he looked away refusing to acknowledge where it was.

There was nothing to be done this time, after all he had been through he doubted any demon would take his ravaged soul. Even if they would… his brother would hate him forever for that… the thought made him sob and fall forward into the warmth staining his hands with fresh red. He had held him rocked him as he had that night decades earlier, the night it had all began.

"It'll be okay Sammy." He whispered his voice low and hoarse, unable to make it any louder. It should never have been Sam, not Sam, Not his little brother. He had always promised to protect his brother, and time and time again he had failed. Now he couldn't fail anymore. There was no one left to fail.

The monster was dead, for the life of him he couldn't even remember what they had been fighting, it didn't even matter. Whatever it had been was the worst monster that had ever been. Worse than spirits and werewolves, worse than tulpas and demons, worse than Satan himself. Because it had done what none of those things had managed. It had taken his brother.

Not long ago he had told his brother he was beyond saving. Now, now he knew it was true. He had no reason to stay out of the darkness; he had no one to pull him back, no reason to want to be saved.

He was beyond saving, but that was fine. If he lived in darkness he would make them all pay. And they would see just how much he remembered from hell. He was rusty but he was sure he could remember.

Sirens blared outside and he looked up with empty green eyes. He had work to do and he couldn't stay here, they would say it was his murder, they would say it anyway, but this way he didn't end up in prison. He stood and took one last look at his brother and shook his head.

He had work to do. Saving people, hunting things, the family business. Was it still a family business? He had no family left.

Well Not bad for my return to fanfiction! I hope you like it as much as i did! it made my room mate cry! ^_^

Bye Guys

EHOD