Hell had been harsh. Trying to fight his way out of it had been the hardest thing for him to do. But he'd managed. Crawled out naked and bleeding, skin scorched and marked from years of torture. An old man had found him and nursed him back to health. Though he knew not why.
Six years… that's how long it had been. Once he found Sam, he almost died again. It was obvious that his baby brother had changed. For the worst… not better. There was something hard and cold in those brown eyes. "…Sammy…"
The younger of the two whirled around, gun out and aimed at Dean's heart. "You died. You're not meant to be here."
"I crawled out of Hell."
That got a cold laugh out of Sam. "You're a damn hypocrite. 'What's dead should stay dead.' Those were your words. Right?"
Dean felt like someone had stabbed him and it felt as if a hand was wrapped around his heart clenching it tight enough to make it burst, make it ache. "Sammy…"
"Don't." Sam growls. "And it's Sam." He states patching himself up from his latest hunt gone wrong. Well… wrong for the demon and right for him. "You should've stayed dead."
Those words slammed into him as if he'd been hit hard. Something in those words making the older Winchester snap. Green eyes turn pitch black and a growl erupted from deep in his throat. "Is that what you really want?!"
"Shit…"
His reflexes were quick and he was upon Sam in an instant. "I asked you a question!" But all he heard was a loud sound of some sort. Then it was the sensation of falling. Looking down he saw exactly what had happened. The Colt. His baby brother had shot him with… "Sammy…"
Laying Dean out on the bed he kissed his forehead and then his lips, every gesture soft. "You should of stayed dead." With those words he laid another gentle kiss but this time to still lips. "I love you." He whispers. But demons couldn't roam free. Not even his big brother.