Hey everyone. Due to all the anon hate messages being sent to the Supernatural fandom, I decided to right my first Supernatural fanfic. To show whoever is doing it that they can't and won't stop us from doing what we love.
This is an alternate ending to All Hell Breaks Loose: Part One. Dean doesn't think to sell his soul. So, instead, he does the only other thing he can do.
Carry on my wayward son,
Dean screamed in agony as he watched the knife go through Sammy's back. His brother, his only brother, killed because of a stupid yellow-eyed demon's game.
His throat was raw as he yelled out. "Sammy!"
Dean ran to his brother as he fell down to his knees. Unable to stand due to the wound in his back. He held his brother up, pleading with him not to go.
He watched the light leave his eyes. The light that had kept him going for so many years. The light that was so full of hope and so full of love for his older brother.
There'll be peace when you are done,
As Sam's shoulders slumped down, Dean pleaded with him one last time not to go. Bobby watched alongside with disbelief as the boys he thought of as sons died. One physically. One emotionally.
Dean held his brother to his chest, praying to any god that would listen that this was just dream. That he would wake up and Sam would be in the bed on the opposite side of the room. Teasing him about being a wimp.
But no such thing happened. No Sam. No motel room. No baby brother. Tears started streaming down Dean's face when he realized that this was really the end of all things.
Lay your weary head to rest,
The only thing that kept Dean going in life was gone. First his mom, then his dad, now Sammy. Dean's face went hard. He clenched his jaw and began to drag Sam's body back to his car.
Ignoring Bobby's pleads to stop, he trudged on. Determined to finish something that started 23 years ago.
He left Bobby behind, continuing to pull Sammy's body along. When he finally reached his beloved car, he did something he would never do again.
Dean opened the trunk of his car and opened the special compartment that held all of his weapons. He lifted up a gun, his gun.
He walked back around to the spot where he left Sam's body. He kneeled down and grasped his hand for the final time.
"I always said I wanted to die with a gun in my hand," he said bitterly. Raising his hand, he put the gun in his mouth.
He steeled his nerves and pulled the trigger, leaving a splattering of blood on the black paint job.
Don't you cry no more.
A yellow-eyed demon named Azazel had killed the Winchesters.
God that was painful to write. Hope it was enjoyable or at least tolerable. Was it good? Should I do another one? REVIEW!
-Bobsayshello