A/N Ugh. I'm still busy. I'm still putting off studying for my tests. I'm still doing sneaky laptop time. Whatever. You guys get stories, I get to write. Everybody wins. Right?

So uh... I've actually seen a bunch of post-Sacrifice fics with this same basic plot, but I hadn't done one, and I figured I'd give it a shot. Also, this piece is somehow Dean-centric, which is not normally something that happens in my writing. Besides, it's a song-fic, which I love doing. The lyrics that inspired this and are scattered through the story are taken from the song Coming Home by Alter Bridge. It's an amazing song, so just, go listen to it. Enjoy! :) ~Sammy

Road of the Lost and Broken

"The angels. They're falling."

As I peel away all the years of pain
I've discovered what's been all along
You were so right, I was so wrong.

Dean was frozen in place, eyes trained on the havoc tearing its way across the sky, but there was his little brother whimpering in ways that were just so wrong. He hasn't heard sounds like that since he was nothing more than a twisted almost-demon, tearing into damned souls with a practiced finesse. And if nothing else could move him into action, those sounds coming from his baby brotherdefinitely would.

Every shooting star, they all fall so hard
They all fade like a played out song
Now is the time before it's lost.

The skies were bright and dark and silent as wordless screams ran through the air, but there, on the ground, there sat a car next to an abandoned church; and it was there that the world was truly coming to an end.

It was there, amongst the sweat and tears and blood, that rain slicked hands pulled and tugged and pushed and shook and trembled. It was there, in the mud that was too familiar, that sobs were breaking and shoulders were quivering and breaths were barely being drawn.

Sam's twisted around himself and it takes everything Dean has to not just break down right there. But Sammy needed him, and he'd be damned if he failed him again.

Sam whimpered, and Dean found himself pushing a hand through his brother's hair, shushing away softly. "It's okay Sammy. I've got you. I've got you. We're okay Sammy. We're okay."

I'm coming home
I'm coming home

Dean didn't remember exactly how he managed to get Sam into the car. He debated for half a second over putting him in the back seat, but he didn't think he could handle not being able to keep a hand on his brother just then. There was a brief passing thought for Crowley, tied up and almost human in the Church, but he shoved it aside as soon as it came; he could deal with Crowley later. Sam came first. Sam always came first.

So I'm coming home
Lost on a road I don't belong
I'll rest my song
I'm so alone
Far from the streets I call my own
I'm coming home

Sam was practically keening in his agony.

The Impala couldn't have driven fast enough for Dean.

Rushing back to me
As the city sleeps
So afraid of what I will find
Memories they haunt
From deep inside

The mud on his jeans was barely starting to dry, and the strip of cloth he'd tied around Sam's hand was barely starting to seep through with blood, when suddenly Dean couldn't breathe.

He wanted to die. Sam. His Sammy.

He thought that Dean hated him.

He's dying.

Tears that had built up and threatened to spill finally did. His vision blurred, and his fingers trembled around the steering wheel, but his foot didn't ease up on the accelerator. He needed to get Sam back to the bunker. He had to.

Sam had passed out a couple of miles behind, for which Dean was immensely grateful, but it still scared him, seeing Sammy pale and motionless like that. It reminded him too much of the drive after Cold Oak, and if his breath hitched at the thought, well, Sammy wasn't awake to hear it.

Dean's grip on Sam's wrist tightened. "Stay with me Sammy. I need you."

Every broken man
Comes to understand
that he'll never find paradise
When all that he wants
Was there all the time

The skies shook with thunder and falling angels, and ran pelted against the pitch black ribbon of highway.

Dean prayed.

It was useless, Heaven was falling, there was nobody left to hear his prayers, but he prayed anyway.

Because Sam would have prayed.

So I'm coming home
Back to a world left long ago
And now I know
I'm coming home
I'll find my way back
I'm letting go
I'm coming home

Sam twitched, and Dean ran a hand through his hair again, but this time, Sam flinched away. And as if Dean wasn't already feeling broken enough, he began to whisper soft pleas.

"I'm s'rry D'n. S'rry. Tried. I did. Dis'pointed you 'gain. S'rry. Failed you. S'rry D'n. Don't leave. Please. D'n. S'rry…"

We come to find
What we take for granted
Keeps us alive in the end
So don't let time
Leave you empty handed
Reach out tonight and make amends

The Impala might have swerved a good foot into the next lane, but Dean didn't care. It was an empty highway anyway.

"I'm sorry Sammy. I'll find a way to fix this, I promise."

So I'm coming home
Back to the place where I belong
I'll rest my song
I'm so alone
Far from the streets I call my own

"I know you will, D'n."

So I'm coming home
Back to a world left long ago
Now I know
I'm coming home
I'll find my way back
I'm coming home

"Sammy?"

"D'n… I don't…"

"Sammy! No!"

I'm coming home

A/N Uh. I'm sorry? That was a cruel way to end this. But hey, I'm sleep deprived, and I felt like being evil. Anyway, let me know what you thought in a review! Reviews mean quicker updates and more posts! :) ~Sammy