Denique Tutela: Final Protection
Sam doesn't want to hurt Dean. He doesn't want to see that fear, that hate that has been growing inside of his elder brother. He would give anything to stop it. Holding the weapon in his hands, he trailed his hand over the barrel, his soul. It would be destroyed. It was what he deserved. Things didn't used to be this way. He didn't used to crave blood. There was a time when-when he had still been Sam, when he wasn't Lucifer's chosen, years ago, so long. Sam's eyes slipped closed as a shaky gasp exited his lips. This was it…he raised the weapon to his temple, his finger slipping onto the trigger, and pulled.
They say that your life will flash before your eyes when you die, that one millisecond lasts forever. It's true. Dean was sitting next to him laughing, his hand ruffling Sam's hair. He was eight. A warm feeling flashed through Sam before Dean looked at him accusingly asking why he left him for a demon, telling Sam what he knew he had become. This was his life now. There were no more warm touches, just the barren feeling of loneliness and the knowing that he was never going to be able to go back to being Dean's little brother. From that point on, from that first moment when he willingly took blood, he would forever be the enemy.
Dean had tried to deny it for so long, had tried to lie to himself and to Sam. It had killed the younger to scream at himself, asking why he was doing this to the one person that he swore he would never hurt. He could remember in vivid detail his hands wrapping around Dean's throat, could remember longing to rip the other males heart from his chest. It made him sick to his stomach. What kind of a monster was he?
He had always just wanted to be with Dean. He loved him more than anything, wanted to see him smile more than anything. Sam had wanted to be with Dean forever, but now-now he would never see dean again… because after this millisecond was over, Sam would not exist. His soul would be sent into the darkness, not hell but somewhere else, wherever things went when they finally ceased to exist.
The bullet slipped into Sam's forehead, pushing apart skin, the first drops of blood flying through the air. The action was going in slow motion, and the only thing that Sam could see was Dean. Maybe-maybe now Dean could save the world. Maybe now he would be able to rebuild this planet without Sam, without the one who had cause the end. Sam would do anything for his big brother, would give anything. Just like Dean would give anything for him. This was the one thing that Sam… that he-that he had left: his soul, the last remnant of what he had been.
The bones split, the bullet starting to dig into the fragile tissues of his brain, and he felt a white hot pain. Was this how God had wanted it? Was this the grand plan? Let the two brothers die and bleed and love, so that, when the time came, Sam would kill his soul, would end it so that Dean would live.
'Dean…I love you.'
The world went black around Sam as his body fell onto the picnic table that he had been sitting on, bright red coopery liquid slipping across the brown wood. The world seemed to brighten a bit, and a bird chirped somewhere around him. Animals seemed to sense that an evil had been destroyed, and they rejoiced. But three states over a scream rang out, because, for Dean, an evil had been annihilated, but that evil was his precious baby brother. And he would never see him again.
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