I know, I know, I know. Another story right? But hey, at least I have a couple of them done! And half of them are one shots lol. And I updated a couple of older ones too, I believe. It's just that on a SN site on I was talking to somone about a possible season finale and they said Dean killing Sam and than I said only if they brought Sam back for a fifth season, but than I got to thinking that would be a really powerful storyline and Jensen would do a hell of a job with it so than I couldn't resist writing it lol. So there! :)

This chapter is rated K+ for some language.

Prologue
Dean couldn't believe it had come down to this. He had killed his brother. His own flesh and blood. There was no choice, Sam was pure evil now, but still. He stood over Sam's dead body, tears cascading down his face as he remembered the events that had happened seconds before Sam died. Sam had become a monster, terrorizing innocent people and killing off hunters. He had planned to carry out what Azazel wanted him to do, to lead an army of demons against the Angels. And Dean had to stop it.

"What are you going to do, Dean? Shoot me?" The thing that had now taken over his brother completely smiled at him."I don't think you have the stones!"

"Come one Sammy," Dean begged, gun in his hand. "Don't make me do this."

"Do what?" Sam eyed the little girl that was going to be his latest victim. "You're not going to do anything," he hissed.

"Please, Sammy, I'm begging," Dean pleaded desperately but his brother just laughed and went to attack the little girl who screamed. A gunshot was heard around the witnesses. Without exactly realizing what was happening he had pulled the trigger as soon as Sam lunged at the girl with a knife. Sam collapsed, a bullet in his head.

Dean stood over Sammy's body, his hand going over his mouth.

"Oh God," he whispered and collapsed next to what was left of his baby brother. He couldn't see because he was blinded by his tears. "Oh Sammy," he said, shaking his head. "What did I do?" He looked around the people that had been Sam's prisoners. One of those people was Bobby. He stared at them, his whole body convulsed in tremors. "What did I do?!" He suddenly bellowed in a tone filled with anguished rage. He than let out a yell that came from only someone who had lost someone dear to them. A strange almost animal like yell with no words, just noise. Heartbreaking noise, yes, but just noise.

He put his arms up to his face and started to rock back and forth, while clutching Sam's body back and forth as he continued to yell in rage. Quickly Bobby ushured the others to leave. He went over to Dean and started to touch him when Dean suddenly barked an an extremly dangerous and dark tone-

"Don't touch me!"

Bobby jerked back and than wisely choose to leave Dean alone.

Dean continued to rock back and forth while screaming and yelling in rage, unable to comprehend the fact that he had failed to protect his baby brother. That he had failed to save Sammy from his fate.

That he had failed. He stared at the gun. It was a good thing there was only one bullet left. But there was some more guns in the car...no. He shook his head as he continued to rock back and forth, holding Sam's body. He didn't deserve that safe release.

He didn't deserve an easy exit. He had been to hell and back but than hurt worse than any torture that he had endured. This was his hell. Rain and tears were becoming one now, he couldn't tell which was which. And he didn't care. He didn't care about the frost settling in for the night. He didn't care how cold it was. He didn't deserve any comfort whatsoever.

He killed his brother after all. He dserved to live a long and painful life.

He deserved to constantly remember what he had done, as if he could forget. Finally, and numbly, he carried Sam back to the Imapala and laid his brother genly in the backseat. Sam was harmless now, and Dean couldn't get rid of his body ye.

God he looked so innocent laying there. Like he was asleep, only Dean knew the dark secret. He knew the truth, and he would always know the truth. He pulled up to the motel and carried his brother into his room. Castiel was waiting for him. So was Uriel. Gently Dean laid Sam on the bed.

"Boy you two have a lot of nerve showing up here," he said slowly and darkly.

Castiel sighed, his face looking truly remorseful and sad.

"I am so sorry this came to this, Dean. I really am."

"Yeah, I bet you are," Dean snarled. He glared at Uriel. "I bet you're thrilled that he's dead."

"I am never thrilled when someone dies, but I am relieved to have the problem taken care of," Uriel said. "Sam Winchester is no longer a threat to us, so yes I am relieved. And I hope you don't spend to much time mourning for him, after all he did become a monster and we have more pressing issues at stake right now."

"You sonofabitch," Dean growled, clutching his fists tightly. He dove towards Uriel but Castiel grabbed him before he could throw a punch.

"You better watch your manners Dean Winchester," Uriel said softly, while standing. "And show a little respect. We have the power to get you out of hell, we can also send you right back to it."

"Then do it!" Bellowed Dean. "Go right ahead! Please, it'll be a blessing!"

"You don't mean that, Dean," Castiel said softly.

"Yeah I do," Dean said, his voice breaking. "Hell...it's better than what I'm feeling right now."

The Angels looked at each other.

"We came to remind you that you still have work to do," Castiel told him. "I am very sorry that Sam had to die, truly I am. And even sorrier that you had to kill him. But there are bigger than at Stake. God-"

"Fuck God!" Dean bellowed. "I don't give a rat's ass about him. He could burn in hell as far as I care, hell I'd even enjoy watching it."

Castiel stared at him.

"You don't mean that."

"You don't think I do?" Dean stared at him. "My brother is dead! I killed him! Why should I give a damn about God anymore? Or anyone? You know what, I'm done. I quit. I'm through with all of it. Send me back to hell if you want, hell that would be a relief compared to what I'm feeling. But whatever it is that you're cooking up?" He was inches away from Castiel's face. "Leave me out of it. I want nothing to do with it."

Castiel and Uriel glanced at each other.

"We'll come back when you've had the proper time to greive," Castiel told him softly.

"Yeah," Dean said quietly and dangerously. "You do that."

And just like that both were gone, leaving Dean alone with Sam's body.

Dean turned and glanced at his baby brother laying on the body, a hole in his head.

"I'm so sorry, Sammy," he said, his voice shaking. "So sorry..."

And with that he collapsed in convulsed sobs once more, his cries filling the other wise silent street throughout the night...

Is it any good? This one was a little bit harder for me to write, especially the scene with the Angels.