Summary: Tag to 4.14 Sex and Violence. Dean's thoughts over his relationship with Sam and his small inkling of hope. Songfic. Please be kind.

Disclaimer: If I owned Supernatural, I wouldn't be here writing a fanfic. Song lyrics 'In the End' belong to Linkin Park.

Author's Note: I have a hard time writing stories, and this is my first time at writing a songfic, so I hope I did okay.

Until the End

The drive was a quiet one. Then again, there wasn't much to say. Sam stared out the side window while Dean griped the steering wheel tightly, his teeth clenched. They could tell each other as much bullshit as they wanted about everything being cool between them, but they both knew that it was far from it.

What's happened to us, Sam?

'I tried so hard'

What's happened to you?

'Things aren't the way they were before'

After everything I've done, everything I've gone through, it was for you, Sam, You! I even went to Hell, and this is the thanks I get?

'You kept everything inside-'

You think I'm weak…pathetic?

'-and even though I tried-'

Thanks, Sam. Thanks a lot.

'It all fell apart'

Nice to know I came back to a brother who doesn't care.

'What it meant to me will eventually be a memory'

I'm sick of this, Sam.

'I put my trust in you'

All the lies…

'Is that as far as I can go?'

The sneaking behind my back…

'For all this there's only one thing you should know'

I'm sick of all of it.

'I put my trust in you'

This war.

'Pushed as far as I can go'

This job.

'For all this there's only one thing you should know'

It's destroying us.

'I've tried so hard-'

I just want my little brother back.

'-and got so far'

It's all I've ever wanted; it's what I've gone to such great lengths to protect.

'I had to fall-'

I don't give a damn about your freaky-ass psychic crap.

'-to lose it all'

Just you. It's only ever been about you.

'But in the end-'

You're the only thing that keeps me going, the only thing that actually means something…

'-it doesn't even matter'

Dean glanced over at his brother. But if that's how you really feel about me, that I'm pathetic, then life's not worth living. I'm sorry I can't be me anymore; I'm sorry I'm not the man I used to be… His throat tightened. I still have hope though, for you. That Sam, the Sammy I knew, is still in there, somewhere, and I'll hold onto that until the end.