No Hope For The World
Summary: Sam Winchester is a very intellectual 7 year old. He is also very selfless. Sam is 7, Dean is 11.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters.
Sam Winchester walked slowly down the steps of his school, tears running freely down his face.
His brother Dean was waiting for him at the gate. Sam kept his head down as he walked so as not to let any one see he was crying. When he finally reached the gate, Dean saw the state his little brother was in. Bending down and cupping Sam's face in his hands he asked him, "What's wrong Sammy?" Sam slowly lifted his head; his deep brown eyes meeting Dean's moss green ones he asked, "Why didn't you tell me?" Dean stared, confused at the question. "Tell you what, Sam?"
"That humans are monsters too." he replied in a choked whisper. Dean didn't know what was going on.
He was on the verge of asking what he meant when Sam said softly, "Riley Bennett's dead." Dean couldn't believe his ears. He knew who Riley Bennett was. Sam often talked of her. "Sam, I'm so sorry." But he still couldn't see how this tied in with humans being monsters. As if reading his mind, Sam said, "Riley's parents beat her. They beat her so bad that she died." Now he understood. "It's just not right Dean. Parents are supposed to love their kids, and people are not supposed to kill. I guess you never really know anything, do you? No matter how much you learn, you never know anything." Dean stared in shock at his little brother. Sam really was the most intellectual person he had ever known.
"Hey Dean? You know how if people do something bad, they go to Hell?"
"Yeah." Dean said, confused.
"Well, a couple of days ago, Riley got into a fight with her older sister. Fighting is bad, you know. Is Riley going to Hell?" His eyes started to shine with fresh tears.
"No, no Sammy. God wouldn't send Riley to Hell just because she got into a fight with her sister."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm positive." Dean said with confidence. "Good." Sam replied. Dean started to stand up when he heard Sam's voice again. "Dean? What you and dad do, you know, hunting and everything. I mean, I know you save people, but some would call it really bad. You don't think you'll go to Hell, do you?" Dean thought about his response to this question. He didn't want to scare his brother, but he didn't want to lie to him, either. "We do save people Sam, that's true. But it's also true that what we do is sometimes considered bad. There is a good chance we will go to Hell." He stood up and picked up Sam's backpack. "No." Dean turned around. Sam spoke again. "No. You're not going to Hell. I'll do whatever it takes to stop that from happening. I'll go to Hell in your place. I'm probably going anyway, because of mom." Dean looked at Sam with a sad expression on his face. Then he said, "No, Sam. You're not going to Hell. Mom's death wasn't your fault." Sam still looked skeptical, so Dean continued. "You know how I know you're not going to Hell?"
"How?" Sam asked.
"Because of what you just said. How you would go to Hell if it meant dad and I wouldn't. That is very selfless, Sam. And God would never let as selfless a person as you go to Hell." He gently wiped the remaining tears off Sam's face. "And if for some reason he did, well, then there's just no hope for the rest of us."