A/N: Hi there. That's my first Supernatural fanfiction^^ I wrote it during the summer but I couldn't find it till yesterday...It's set after "No rest for the wicked"...

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Disclaimer: I do not own "Supernatural" or any of it's characters. Honestly, do you really think I would write this if they were mine???

WARNINGS: Implied incest. Slash(male/male). Don't like, don't read.

Sweet sacrifice

You came here to save me. Free me from the prison I made for myself.

After you found me in the most gruesome part of hell, you told me that you love me. We both knew it's wrong to love one's own brother, but when our lips touched for the very first time, it felt so right. So pure. So good.

The demons made you their king. To fulfil your dark destiny was the price for my rescue.

By the time of nights, I hold you in my arms to chase away the bad dreams, everything must have happened many years ago. During all this time, I was always by your side. As an adviser, a friend, a brother, a lover.

I did everything I could to protect you but in the end, I couldn't stop you from changing.

Your soft eyes became hard and cold. Your innocent smile turned into a marvellous grimace.

Now, your kisses and touches are full of violence and wrath. I'm not allowed to be there when you're speaking to your servants. I have to sit in a dim room and wait for your return.

No one's allowed to touch me but you. The only time, a demon dared to, you ripped him to pieces. You dashed into the room and before he could do something, you gripped him by the neck. His blood was still all over you when you pressed me onto the bed to take me.

That's the way it goes. You're taking without asking. Not that I would say 'no'. I still love you. Despite everything you did. Despite all the people you killed, every innocent soul you destroyed, every pure thing you tainted.

After you're finished, you're leaving immediately. In the beginning, you always lay at my side as long as you could. Now you're heading out the door in an instant. You never look back. Sometimes, it feels like you're ashamed. Of your wants. Of your actions. Of yourself.

When you close the door, I can hear you lock it.

"I love you."

My words are quiet.

You look at me. Then you turn around and leave.

It hurts so much to love you the way I do, and then look at you and realize how much you don't care.

Once your heart was full of love. Over the years, it faded away.

Lost somewhere in your gloomy kingdom.