He wasn't the strongest, or the wisest. He wasn't the most loved, nor was he the most beautiful. And yet when his hour came, his chance to be everything he was destined to be and more, he shone brighter than all his brothers could ever hope to be, for he was the most loyal to his Father's wishes, and the most loving of his Father's creation.
His death affected everyone, from the thousands of angels that shed a tear or two over his demise, to every human he'd every come in contact with, feeling empty inside, even if only for a moment. Those who had never met him experienced one of two things: a chill run up their spine, or the distinctive taste of a strawberry lollipop on their lips.
The one it affected most felt like something had broken inside him, hollowed him out, as if there was no reason to feel anymore. And that's what he became: an empty shell disguised as a man. No-one noticed, why should they notice? He himself knew he'd put up a good facade. Yet the man never let go of the few memories he had of them together, bitter as some were, in hopes that one day, they'd end up in the same place.
The part that hurt the most though was the sickening taste of sugar that lingered on his lips, reminding him of what he once had and what he had now lost. He shuddered the first time he noticed it, eyes going blank a moment as he relieved a moment he treasured so dear: actually tasting his angel. It was like a blade through his own stomach when he realized it was but a memory, and he remembered the reality he lived in.
Sat in the Impala, looking upwards longingly, that was the day it all changed for him.
That was the day Samuel Winchester lost his reason to live anymore.
That was the day Samuel Winchester decided to yes to Lucifer.