Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of it's characters. The title is a quote from the Stephen King novel Pet Sematary, which is also mentioned in this story. Spoilers for Pet Sematary. Of course, I don't own it either.
Summary: "I've seen what happens when the dead are brought back, and still I sold my soul." Dean's POV.
Sometimes Dead Is Better
The world is coming to an end. I'm not just exaggerating or being dramatic. The world is literally ending. And it's all me fault. I should have just let well enough alone. I shouldn't have let my emotions cloud my judgment. Sam should never have been brought back. It was against the laws of nature; it wasn't natural. And he was different.
Sure, for the first couple of months he seemed fine. But then strange things started happening. Small at first, but they gradually grew larger. I tried to act like I wasn't concerned, tried to pretend like nothing was happening. Now I know those things should not have been ignored. So carelessly tossed aside as they were. Sam's no longer my brother. He's now the grand leader of that demon army we failed to destroy. They finally got to him, finally convinced him that using his powers would be for the greater good. Convinced him he could save me. Of course they were lying, and now it's too late. He's unleashed Armageddon on the Earth. And try as we might, we know there's nothing we can do about it.
Those few who know what I had done ask me, implore of me how I could have brought this Hell upon us. I don't answer. The truth is I'm weak, and I've learned nothing from my past. I never really thought about the consequences, and if I did, I paid them no mind.
I was living in my own version of Pet Sematary. When Louis Creed brought his cat and child back from the dead, and saw the evil that they became, he still hadn't learned. Even after he killed them both, he still brought his wife back. I'm Louis Creed. I've seen what happens when the dead are brought back, and still I sold my soul. How could I have made such a foolish mistake. I should have done what Bobby said and buried Sam. Lay him down beneath a big oak tree and let him be happy and at peace. Instead I condemned us both. I just wish I could tell him I'm sorry. Sorry for all the pain and sorrow I caused him. But it's too late for that now. I miss him so much. It doesn't matter, though.
I'll see him in Hell.