Authors Note: Just an idea that came to me when "Carry on my Wayward Son" by Kansas came on the Radio.

I'm pretty sure the episode is 'All Hell Brakes Loose', I think this song describes how Dean felt when Sam, (the most important person in his life) dies.

I hope you all enjoy it, and tell me if you love it or hate it!

Shattered Hopes & Broken Dreams

"Protect Sammy," had been Johns only instruction to Dean.

Yet in front of him, was his baby brother, lying so still and sickly pale. The room was dark, his vision blocking everything out, all except the person lying ahead of him.

The several glasses of alcohol residing in his system fused with anger mixed with a little grief was a lethal combination, overpowering any and all logic. He didn't protect his baby brother, he failed the one thing that centered his life. Sam was the one and only to keep everything together, to keep him grounded. But now? His brother, his last remaining piece of blood family, the one and only connection to his mother, the exact personality of his late father —the very thing that held all the pieces together—was dead.

Sammy was dead.

Dean had been hurt countless times on hunts, but never in his life had he felt pain to this extreme. It was as if a hole the size of Jupiter had been punched through his heart. Dean's whole life, the true meaning of his being was to take care of Sam. The moment his father placed Sammy in his arms, was the moment he became his responsibility.

Already he had taken the swan dive into the darkness, falling fast after his father's death and the tremendous burden of the man's last message. The bitch of it all was he had felt something coming for a long time; ever since his father gave him the message to kill his brother. The last god dammed message took everything, he fought each and every day to keep hope, to think that maybe, just maybe his father was wrong. Except he wasn't. And now he was even deeper, stuck in the darkness with way or no one to pull him back.

Technically speaking, he should currently be having his dirt nap six feet under, but it just so happens fate had a very sadistic way of keeping him around. Only him.

Bloodshot eyes moved slowly to where Sam rested, gripping the bottle tighter, he took another swig, unhappy when it gave him little to no relief from his... pain. No, pain was no where near to what Dean felt. A flood of agony consumed him, pounding into his heart as though it were a sledgehammer. He thought the seventh circle of Hell would be less agonizing.

He'd tried everything, several séance's, rituals, and multiple crossroad demons to get Sammy back.

The problem was that Sam was dead, and at the moment, there wasn't a damn thing he or anyone demon could do about it. It seemed hope had failed.

The only thing left that Dean felt was numb, trapped in a void, a pit of guilt.

"Sammy, I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice quivering as a tear stained his face.

"It's like... I had one job, that one job, and I screwed it up" Deans anguished whisper filled the room. "I blew it, and for that... I'm sorry."

He paused, inside the room was a strange deafening silence, one that was eerie and gave off a depressing ambiance, rhyming in tune with the hollowness of his soul. It'd been days that he had sat in the cheap fourth-rate room by his brother's side, days since Sammy's eyes fluttered shut without the promise of opening ever again. It had been then that Dean's heart had finally cracked in not two, but millions of little, irreparable pieces.

"But I guess that's what I do," Dean rasped harshly, licking his lips as a strained tear fell.

I know this one was extremely short! But theirs only so many words, and emotions to describe one state of mind, but I think I might continue this into a series of one shot… should I?