ok i know that i just posted a kute fluff fic but then i saw this video on youtube and then my fingers started iching to type so then this fic was born... i wrote it re-read it in like ten minutes so if it sucks im sorry. review please! they make me smile =) i was thinking of posting of posting my mpreg fic that im writing on here, do you want me to?
His world just came crashing down with a force that left him crushed. It was one thing to talk about Dean's deal, to know that that day would come, and then have it shoved in his face. When the clock struck twelve his heart stopped and his airway closed. The door flung open and his brother was dragged to the ground screaming in agony, and Sam would give anything to be able to put himself in front of Dean, let those claws sink into his own skin. But he was stuck to the wall, helpless and pathetic as Dean was ripped to shred after bloody shred. His knees stopped working a long time ago, the only reason he was standing was because of the invisible force that held him in its bone crushing hold.
When Lilith made her grand escape, black smoke rising up and out, Sam had collapsed, before he made his way quickly over to his gasping, dying brother. The tears just rolled down his face, completely against his own will. He didn't want Dean to see him cry, didn't want that imaged burned into his brother's last moments. But then those beautiful green eyes that Sam loved so much, that held warmth and love and sparkled with mischief, went dull and blank. They lost all the life that held Sam to this world. His brother slipped away from him, died right in his arms.
Sam wasn't sure how he could survive. The whole weight of what had happened, what just happened, and what will happen, crashed down on him. It suffocated him, it crushed his already fragile soul, it took what little Sam had and ripped it away from him.
His sole purpose for life just slipped away, just like that. Sam wondered how something so important to him, how big of a presence that Dean was, could just slip away like he wasn't even there.
Gone.
Sam would never see his brother's annoying to hell smirk, would never see his brother's eyes light up, would never see them burn with stubborn persistence. And all Sam could do was sob uncontrollably; all he could do was cradle his brother's lifeless form in his arms rocking back and forth.
He could feel his brother's blood soak into his clothes, into his skin, permanently staining. Marking.
He could already feel the warmth that had once consumed Dean slowly slip away. But Sam could still smell that wonderful scent that was just Dean. That was home and safety wrapped in one. That was love and comfort, happiness and laughter. That scent would forever stay with him. Haunt him in the nightmares that will undoubtedly stalk him in the night. He knew that he would never be able to sleep again, never be able to close his eyes, without seeing the life slip out of Dean's eyes, would never be able to get the scent of his brother away from him. It was a curse that Sam was doomed to live ever since the clock struck twelve, and ended both his and his brother's lives in minutes.
was it good? yes? review and tell me please! oh! and if you want to see the vid that i was watching (it was flipping AWSOME by the way!) then the link will be right below here:
link for vid(just copy and paste in your web bar thingy up there ^ ): .com/watch?v=qNS5p_ItW5Q