A/N This is a sad little that popped into my head, i was thinking of making it into a Destiel fic. I still might, but i dont know how to contiue the story, any ideas please put in the reviews. all responses if chosen will be credited. thanks yall Rated M for swearing.
God dean hated mornings, especially after a long hunt. He and Sam had just finished hunting a rugaroo. It was roughly ten o'clock, and as Dean sat up he noticed that Sam was gone. Starting to panic he jumped out of bed. While doing so he noticed a note on the bedside table. It read.
Dean,
Don't freak out, I went out for some food and gas for the Impala; I figured you should sleep so I didn't wake you.
Sam
God he hated when Sammy did that. Just leaving without telling him, but since he was up he figured he should get ready. Dean quickly stripped and went into the bathroom for a quick shower. Hell a long shower, Sam won't be back for another couple hours. Might as well waste some time.
He turned on the water, it was freezing at first, but slowly warmed the hotter Dean made it. When it was at a suitable temperature, he climbed in. The hot water streamed down his back and washed away the dirt and blood of the last hunt.
In this past hunt Sam had almost died, again which on itself is sad to think about. God, all Dean wanted in his life is for Sammy to be happy. Have a nice normal life, with a normal girl. Like Jess was, Damn Azazel taking that away! But in hindsight if none of that had happened, then countless lives would have been lost, and the fucking apocalypse would've happened! Still why did it have to be them. Why couldn't have Azazel have chosen a different kid or someone else stopped the apocalypse? That's right, because the world is out to get us. I mean I've been to Hell, Sam's been to hell, and we've both been to heaven. I've been to Purgatory! Our mom was killed by a demon, and basically everyone we love is gone. Bobby, Joe, Ellen, Ash, even Cas left us and went back to Heaven. Why were our lives so fucked up? Dean thought while the hot water washed away his pain.
"Why Us." He whispered to no one.
Sam came back 20 minutes later to hear water running and the low mumble of someone crying. Identifying it as Dean, Sam just turned around and left deciding to give his brother some time. The last hunt was harder than usual, especially for Dean. That Rugaroo had him tied to a post while he, almost, killed Sam, it was lucky that Dean had reached his gun in time to blast that thing off Sam. Leaving them enough time to gank the douchebag.
Sometimes Sam wondered what the brothers had done to deserve this torture.
