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Hey guys… my new multi-chapter-fic… uhm… happens after Lucifer's rising… sooo… spoilers…

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Eternal night

Within a second Dean realized that he had to do something. He looked at his brother, but didn't honestly expect help from him. Sam was… in shock. There was no other word to describe his brother's stage.

Ruby's body was still lying on the ground beside them, when the white light came out from downstairs.

Blood… So much blood…

Angel… Lucifer once was an angel…

Squeezing Sam's arm one last time, he fell to his knees and moistened his fingers with Ruby's blood, after he pocketed the dagger.

"Dean" Sam breathed, kneeling down beside his brother, obviously thinking that Dean was victim of his exhaustion. The older man showed his bloody fingers to his younger brother and nodded to Ruby, so Sam could understand what Dean was about to do.

Nodding Sam touched Ruby's wound, too, though he had to gulp down the lump in his throat. His fault, his own fault… Ruby's dead…Lucifer's free… Dean's in danger…

No second too late.

Dean let out a silent pray of thanks when the bloody sign on the floor, that they have drawn… together… worked. With a loud bang the light imploded, at first lightening the room to leave it then stuck it in utter darkness.

"Sam… we have to get out of here." Dean stood up, searching for his brother's shoulder or head, knowing that Sam was still sitting.

Suddenly his hand found a mop of hair that apparently belonged to his brother. Sam winced back from Dean's touch, the guilt piercing through his guts, but Dean was just as pigheaded as tired. He quickly found his brother's head again, just to let his hand wander to Sam's shoulder.

"Let's get out of here, Sam." Dean helped his brother stand, leaving a hand on Sam's sleeve.

It was no big problem for the two trained hunters to grope their way to the outside.

"Wow…" Dean said when the both of them were outside. It was nearly just as dark as inside. The only difference were the flickering streetlamps and the cold and fresh air that hit the out here.

"Dean… what time is it?" Sam's voice was quiet, when he started at the sky. There was absolutely nothing.

Dean fetched his handy out of his pocket. "6am… Sam… 6am… it's summer… it's supposed to be dawn."

"God…. What did I do?" The younger man ran a hand through is hair and swatted his brother hand away from his sleeve.

"Sam… Sam… listen up…" Dean shouted. "Don't do that now… you can have your self-pity later… whatever… but focus now!"

"Dean… I" Sam took a deep breath. Dean needed him right now. "Okay… okay… I'm thinking… we need a car." Please just not Ruby's car…

"Okay… there's a truck." Dean actually really pointed to Ruby's car. Well… it was the only car around.

Okay... it was his fault, so he needed to bite the bullet. He walked over to the car, behind his older brother.

"The… key… the key… is in the glove compartment." Stated Sam, fishing out the item. Dean looked at him suspicious. "Ruby's car" shot through his mind, but he didn't want to ask… after what happened with his brother last time they met it was out of his business. Ruby was dead… she wasn't important to him… not anymore.

"Thanks" Dean muttered, starting the engine.

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"Shit…" The older brother cured, as soon as they reached the town. Here was absolutely nothing… not even a cat roamed around. Here happened nothing… all lights were turned off in the houses and the streetlamps flickered. It was like all life had vanished.

Dean hit the brake, making his little brother wince.

"Sorry… " Apologized Dean, stepping out off Ruby's car. Sam felt sick. He could smell the body in the trunk… at least he thought so.

"Dean… wait for me…" The exhausted hunter headed to his big brother, who was frowning at him. But Dean waited.

"What do you want to do?" Asked Sam, looking around like he expected the devil himself to creep up on them.

"Sam… calm down… you're making me nervous." Dean lifted his hand to depose it on Sam's shoulder, but stopped in track, not willing to make contact with his brother. Instead he knocked at the door, they have reached. "I want to see whether anybody survived… whether the city is the city of the living death." Dean explained, forcefully kicking a door open, when nobody responded to the knock.

Sam glanced at the truck one last time, wondering how he could explain that to his brother. Then he followed Dean, trying to stay distanced.

"Hello?" Called Dean, switching on the light, what thankfully worked. "Good… electricity's alive… but no human beings… well… no beings at all…"

Dean walked into the living room of the house, turning on the TV. "Let's see, if we two are the only one left on this fucking earth." He pronounced.

Sam looked at his brother, who tried to find anything on the TV. But there seemed to be nothing, just flickering.

My fault… my fault… my fault… Sam touched a picture, which was standing on the fireplace. There was a little family. A mother, a father, two sons and a daughter. All of them happy together. Shaking these thoughts off, he turned back to his brother, who was in-vainly searching for a show… news… anything.

"Darkness…"

"Yeah… thanks." Dean shouted relieved. Sam glanced at his brother, who let himself fall to the couch. For a moment Sam stood there, not knowing what to do. But after some seconds, Dean winked him over, telling him to sit down beside him. Sam shrugged, sitting down on the other end of the couch, as far away from Dean as possible. Dean didn't even recognize this gesture, his eyes glued to the TV.

After a while both men's attentions were on the screen, where the NBC-speaker where reading the recent news. "All over the world there is darkness… Parts of Europe, where already was daytime, suddenly was dark. What happens to this planet…?"

"Oh god…" Sighed Dean, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

"We ask you not to panic. Stay at home and turn on radios and TVs for news. Don't go out on the streets for your own safety. I repeat it again… don't go out. There were already some lootings in some cities. We will inform you about any changes... I'm Ralf Hopkins… stay on the TVs."

"Okay…" Dean started, turning off the TV. "At least we're neither alone nor imagine the darkness…"

"Dean… that's not funny…" Sam stated, following Dean with his eyes, when his older brother got up pacing the room.

"You think so?" Shouted Dean. "I think it's hilarious. We started the apocalypse. Let's laugh together and make a party… SAMMY…"

Sam shrunk in his seat, when Dean shouted at him like that.

Realizing what he had just done, Dean wiped his hand over his mouth, closing his eyes for a second before he looked back at his brother. "Sorry… I didn't mean…"

"It's okay…" Sam nodded. "We…" He cleared his throat. "We… need to get some rest…"

"Sammy…" This time it was an honest Sammy, one that held all concern Dean felt for his little brother.

"And… we… we need to make this place save… painting signs on the walls… and… and… salt… sorry…" Sam's voice broke; sounded, like Sam was going to be sick, when he left the room for the kitchen.

"Sammy…" Dean hurried to his little brother, when he heard Sam opening drawers. "What are you doing?" He asked when Sam stood over the sink, a knife in his hand, preparing to cut his wrist.

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