He stood, staring down the long road that use to house so many of the cars made there. The smoke was thick, clotting around his broken nose and forcing its way down his throat. He was use to it by now, especailly since he was the only survivor of Croatoan. Back in '06 now in '09.
December.
Christmas.
Northern Michigan.
Ninty degrees and rising.
Nothing made sense anymore.
"Help me Mister." He heard people say as he fenced in the surviving infected. He prayed that wherever Dean was that he was having better luck then him. He had a makeshift cast on his left arm, a black bandana wrapped just below his right knee. He had lost the hearing and sight on his left side, back when he broke his arm, but before he was shot in the leg with a homemade gun that was full of nails. Rusty ones at that. The last time he remembered getting a shot to prevent diease was back when he...when he was just the boy with the demon blood, as Cas put it. Speaking of Cas, he wondered if he was doing any better since Zack had just vanished. He slowly went down hill. The last time Sam saw him, he was coughing up blood while downing a bottle of Tequila. Chuck was taking care of him. The heard that he got him addicted to drugs. Nice going Mr. Prophet.
The skeltons of burnt out buildings were Sam's home now. As he stood here, staring out over the poor city, he wondered how he had let things get this bad. He wondered if it would've happened if he would've said yes. Instead of telling Dean and begging to come back and being turned down, he should've looked Lucifer in the eyes and said yes.
"Sammy." Sarah Blake said, lightly touching Sam's arm. "Let me help you."
"Sammy." Mary Winchester said as Sarah disappeared. "Just say yes."
"It's only right son." John said, his deep voice taking over Mary's. "Save Dean. Become his hero for once." Sam looked to see his father, but instead saw his brother. His disappointed brother. He shouldn't have done all this to him. He looked Dean right in the eyes as he said:
"YES!!"