Author's Note:
I recently started watching Supernatural and as I watched, I would periodically write short one-shots that took place wherever I was in the show at that time. Therefore, they are VERY outdated, but I think some are still worth posting, so here is one of them.
This takes place after "No Rest For The Wicked," the last episode of Season 3
Sam stared at the scene in front of him, not willing to believe it. He heard someone call his name, but ignored it.
He dropped to his knees beside his brother and looked at him. His bloody, torn clothes, his face splattered with droplets of blood; eyes blank, unseeing.
Sam wanted to close those eyes, but couldn't bring himself to do it. He couldn't move. He just stared at the image that had haunted his nightmares all year, that he'd seen over and over and over on that terrible, never ending, Tuesday. He closed his eyes but knew there was no waking up; not this time. His brother was not coming back.
His eyes opened when he heard his name called again. He knew that voice, but was too tired to match it to a name. He was only focused on one thing: Dean.
His mind replayed Dean's death. He'd been forced to watch as Dean had been mauled by invisible creatures; torn apart by Hell Hounds. He'd been trapped against the wall, powerless to help.
That wasn't true, he had powers. He could've done something, but he'd been to afraid. He was a coward. And now, because he'd been too slow, too scared to act, Dean was gone. Trapped in Hell.
"Sam!" the person was calling again. It was Bobby, Sam's brain finally reminded him. "Didja do it? Didja..." He trailed off as he reached the doorway. "Oh," Bobby said. The comment seemed to fit the situation. With one syllable he had said it all. Oh, we lost. Oh, we were too late; Our one chance, we missed it. Oh, I should've been prepared for this. Why is it such a crushing shock?
That was what Sam was asking himself at least. They'd known for a year Dean was going to die, but he'd never allowed himself to believe it. He'd held out hope that they could save him.
Well, showed him what came of hope.