"...Sam Winchester keeps a ruler by the bed, and every morning, when he wakes up…." Sam and dean had said in perfect sync.
These memories reeked in Sam's mind, echoed in his Heart.
Sam had once more lost Dean. He had woken up again to the ever so familiar sounds of the radio playing, projecting the slicing vocals of Asia, and deafening lyrics 'Heat of the moment'.
Sam felt like he had failed Dean. How could he let this happen?
Day after day, Tuesday, after Tuesday...Sam had witnessed Dean Die in every possible way - but been able to do nothing to prevent it, except watch his brother die in his arms…
And this only left Sam with one painful thought…
How could he save Dean from going to hell, when, in the end, he knew he couldn't…