What if Dean went to Heaven and Sam went to Purgatory?
Dean woke up, feeling like something was off. He eased his hand under his pillow to where he kept his gun. It wasn't there.
"Looking for this," he heard.
He turned around and sat up to stare at a ski-masked man with a gun. His first instinct was to look for Sam. He turned to Sam's bed and saw Sam sitting on the next bed with his hands raised. Sam looked over at him with apology in his eyes. These guys had gotten the jump on both of them.
"Morning," Dean said, trying to keep his game face on. He didn't know who these guys are, so he didn't know how much trouble they were in.
"Shut up," the man in front of him barked.
Dean recognized that voice. "Roy," he said. "So, that must be Walt." Always best to not let people hide. Once they were exposed they wouldn't do anything they couldn't live with.
Roy lifted up his ski mask. "Doesn't matter."
Walt lifted his up. He always followed his brother's lead.
"What do you want?" Dean asked.
Roy ignored Dean. "You really think you can switch the flip on the Apocalypse and get away with it, Sam?"
Dean looked over at Sam. This wasn't good.
"Wait, just let me explain," Sam said.
Sam could talk himself out of a lot of things with his puppy dog eyes, but Walt and Roy weren't Disney characters.
Roy pulled the trigger and Sam fell back on the bed. Dean started to go to him.
"Stay down," Roy ordered.
Dean complied, but only because he knew Sam was dead. There was nothing he could do for him. If he could do anything for Sam, nothing would have stopped him.
"Shoot him," Roy said to Walt.
"Killing Sam was right, but Dean didn't do anything." Walt didn't believe in indiscriminately killing. It had taken a fair amount of persuasion to get him on board to kill Sam.
Roy rolled his eyes. He shot Dean himself. "Let's get out of here."