"Listen Sam, it ain't happening! Crowley tricked you! The gates of hell close, your heart stops." Dean told Sam. "So? I don't care." Sam said arguing. "But I do." Dean won't let up on the fact that he may lose his little brother. The single most valuable thing in his whole life, but of course the Impala a close second. The boys had had their mind set on shutting the gates of hell for months on end and finally had the chance. The only problem was if Sam finished the last few words of the spell the gates will close, but, he dies. Dean won't accept that.
"Totem, Inverdium Madori!" Sam yelled as loud as he could those three words that cause a spiral of events. The earth shook, clouds of black smoke sank to the ground, and Sam fell to the floor. Dean knew what had happened. He quickly picked Sam up off the ground and threw him into the passenger side of what might become Dean's most valuable thing in his life. Not knowing Sam's condition he raced to the nearest hospital as fast as he could. When they arrived doctors and nurses immediatlely ran towards the boys and started questioning Dean while others took Sam. Dean ran alongside with Sam. They told him he couldn't be in the ICU Unit while they were working with Sam.
"Come on, Sammy. Don't die on me." Dean said as tears began to roll down his face. He had been best pals with Sam all his life and didn't wan't that to stop but knew there was nothing that they could do to save him. He ran out of the hospital, jumped in the Impala and just drove. Speeding down the roads, yelling angrily, and balling. He was a mess. It took some time but he eventually got over the situation. Did he miss Sam, yes of course. He was his brother but he was gone now and he had to accept that.
Dean's life went on as usual. He hunted monsters, ghosts and whatever else came along the way. As expected he was happy to have demons out of the picture. But without Sam he didn't hunt the same way. He hunted as if it was just a normal daily activity. Not as if it was something he had and loves to do. Sam was a huge part of Dean's life that was just ripped out of him. Dean still sleeps with a picture of Sam beside his bed and his pistol under his pillow.
He won't admit it but his life is falling apart. Although, he is Dean Winchester. He has made it so far and he can continue to make it. He is a tough guy. Though without Sam it will be alot harder. It has been a year since Sam died and Dean is still devestated but his hunting skills are starting to pick up. He is enjoying it again. He is meeting new people but none of them can replace little old Sammy and Dean knows that.
"You little asshole! Suck my blade!" Dean yelled as he stabbed a jynn in the mouth. Hey, just because he is sad, doesn't mean he can't make his little trademark comments. "Whew! Man that was a rush! What a hunt." Dean has begun to look to hunting as a lifestyle and more than just a responsibility.
Like Dean said, this hunt was a tough one. He was ready to get to the hotel to his beer, pie, and nice soft bed. Those three things were there, of course. But there was one other thing that even for Dean, blew pie out of the water.