Usually I don't do supernatural fanfiction, but this idea was stuck in my head and it wouldn't dissapear till I wrote it down. So here it is, a short scene with Sam and Dean after the first season.
He looked up at the sky. Storm clouds were already gathering in one place, letting him know that it would start raining soon. The wind started picking up already, but he didn't care, not after everything that had happened. With a heavy heart he turned towards the silent figure sitting against the wall. Sam, his brother and he, they were all that was left of their family. Shaking his head once he crossed the distance to his sibling and gave him a shaky smile.
"Look at you, you're a mess."
Teary eyes met his and for a moment his breathing stopped. "Shut it, Dean. It's not my fault that the world likes to torture me. Every time I try to get up, it just knocks me down again, maybe it's telling me to stay down, maybe it's hinting for me to stop trying and just give up, maybe…maybe this is what I get for not being able to protect the ones I love."
A flash lit up the surrounding area and Sam shook his head. "I just don't understand what I did to deserve this…this life."
"It's not about what kind of life you deserve, Sam, you know that. The only thing that matters is what you make of it."
"I can't change the way I feel."
"And you don't have to, you just need time to think all of this through." Sam covered his eyes with his hand and shook his head. "What if I don't want to think it through?"
Dean shrugged. "That's your decision to make." Another flash lit up the sky and only then, he noticed the tears streaming down his brothers face. Crouching down in front of him he laid his hands on the man's shoulders.
"He, Sammy, listen to me! What you're going through now? All of this? It's in no way the life that you deserve, it's not a punishment of some kind to redeem yourself and don't even dare to say that it's your fault, because it's not! It's nobody's fault. Sometimes things just happen without a reason, and trust me, I know…" for a moment his voice wavered, "I know how it feels to search for something that was never there, to not be able to blame anything. But even though you feel this way, you have to keep going."
"I give up, I can't take this anymore."
Dean's eyes narrowed and for a moment he could only stare at the shivering form that was the only family he had left. "No you won't." Sam looked up and his eyes dull and full of pain, met his brothers. "Because if you do that, everything you've done, everything you ever fought for, will be in vain and I won't let that happen, not while I'm still around."
"You sound so certain."
He gave his brother a soft pinch. "I'm not, actually I have no idea what I'm doing right now, but I do know that you need me and.. I need you, so I won't give up on you just yet. I believe in you, Sammy, I know that you can get yourself out of this mess and when you do, I'll be there, waiting at the finish line."
Suddenly he felt something wet falling on his face and he knew it had finally started raining. A soft drizzle quickly turned into a heavy pour, but he was glad for it, for he couldn't stop his own tears from falling as he realized he'd meant every word of what he'd said.