Title: Your Whisper
Author: MissAnnThropic
Spoilers: Set in Season 4
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Summary: Sam Winchester was born for a powerful destiny. Powerful and unsure. He would either save the world or end it.
Disclaimer: None of it's mine. I'm just a sad little fangirl that spends her days writing fanfic and watching DVDs of her favorite shows :(
Some said Dean Winchester existed for his brother's sake. That Dean, as he had lived, and lived so hard, had traded himself for Sam. A fatherly burden in the guise of brotherhood, Dean gave everything he had for his brother. He gave his life. His soul.
Some said Dean Winchester died. The same people who believed a body only lived once. Anything that lasted beyond breath and heartbeat was something else. Something less than flesh and blood, something more than memory.
Sam Winchester was born for a powerful destiny. Powerful and unsure. He would either save the world or end it. The people who had never met him, who knew only his name as spoken in shadows, fashioned him more myth than man. To be feared or revered in turn as the balance of the world waned with his moods. He had never been a child to them. He had never scraped his knee or held his brother's hand to cross a street. He was a receptacle, a storehouse, a depository of all the might of his father and brother. He had no heart and lungs, nothing visceral within him, only the training and memories and lessons of a lifetime on the hunt.
He had been molded a destroyer or a savior. The world would wait to see which role Sam Winchester would make his own.
Sam saved the world for his brother.
The ones who knew Sam best, who saw the human behind the legend, knew how dangerously undecided the fate of the world had been in Sam's hands, right until the eleventh hour. His path had been toward darkness. The world seemed doomed to fall.
Sam turned against the darkness, against the evil in his blood, at the call of blood even thicker.
Dean called to him. Appealed to him as a brother. As a man. As someone loved more than life itself.
If he had them to give, Dean would trade one hundred of his lives for Sam.
The end had come so near. The heart and soul of hell, the evil that was the sum of all man's nightmares throughout the ages, had broken free. The only thing to stand in its way, to stop the world from being devoured whole, was Sam Winchester.
The devil was in his blood.
The devil was in his face.
Sam sealed the bargain that had begun over a crib so long ago. Blood calling to blood was united. Sam and devil bound as one.
And Sam, to save the world, to save his brother, destroyed himself.
Most people never knew how near they'd come to destruction. Those of the shadows who knew the tale, and the men who personified it, still spoke of Sam Winchester, and how he had thrown himself down the maw of hell and took the darkness with him.
And some would speak of how, when Sam Winchester died, the figure of his brother, standing watch and guard, faded away.
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