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I'm dedicating this to The Tribble Master :D Happy Birthday!
Hurts So Good
Sam slowly walked through the forest, a clearing now in sight. An open field lay ahead of him, a small wooden cross in it's center. As he approached the cross, a feeling of sadness and guilt overwhelmed him.
I'm so sorry Dean…I tried…
Sam stopped in front of the grave, tears began to stream down his cheeks…I'm sorry….God I miss you…
"Dean, I'm so sorry I couldn't save you…this is all my fault, I had the chance to kill Jake…but I couldn't" He wiped his sleeve against his face in an attempt to dry the tears off of his face, then slowly shook his head. "And now because I didn't…..Dean, I would do anything to bring you back….to be given a second chance…I wish I could see you again, I can't live without you…I wish I was never born, Mom and Dad would still be alive, you would be….you could have a normal life."
Sams vision became blurry, and felt a lump rise in his throat. His legs soon became useless as he fell into the dead grass that once grew around his brothers grave. I would do anything to have you back…anything…
After what seemed like hours, he managed to gain enough strength to pull himself up onto his feet. I can't believe you're gone…it's been four months…
The younger Winchester took one last look at the grave before turning around to leave the forest.
"Good-bye, Dean." He said quietly with a shaky voice and began to walk back to the his Impala….Deans Impala, not mine, Deans…The dead grass crunched under his weight.
He continued through the field, only meters from the forests edge, he paused when he heard a loud gasp from behind him. I'm crazy…no one else is here, just me… he ignored the sound and kept walking when another noise filled the air, this time it was more like a groan of pain…
Sam reluctantly turned around to face the field in hopes of discovering the source of the noise. His sore red eyes scanned the area for movement, he tried to avoid looking directly at his brothers grave… No…don't look, I'll get back to the motel without this…but something caught his attention…I must be delusional…is that…a hand?
His curiosity caught the best of him, he walked -which turned into a jog- back to the grave, watching a hand slowly claw its way out of the ground. Sam stopped in front of the grave to observe the strange scene, most of the man was now out of the ground, he rolled over onto his back, exhausted. Is that….
"Dean!" Sam shouted out happily while he jogged to what he hoped would be his brother.
He man sat up and looked at the running figure "Sam?" he questioned in a tired voice.
"Dean, it's me." Sam slowed as he neared his brother and grabbed Dean by the arm and gently lifted him to his feet. "How did you….Dean…"
"I don't know. I don't remember" Dean answer his younger brothers question.
"Dean… how…are you alright?" Sams questions were forgotten as he switched to over protective brother mode.
"Yeah, I think I'm fine. But I really could use a drink…"
"Alright, we aren't to far from town. Maybe a twenty minute drive." They began to exit the woods but Sam stopped his brother to look him in the eyes "Dean…promise me you'll never make a deal like that again."
"I promise Sammy."
Hey! I hope you all enjoyed it! Once again, I would like to wish a Happy Birthday to Tribble Master :D Please R+R if you like it :D
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