"So this is how it ends?" Dean said, exasperated whiled holding his profusely bleeding side. Dean had just finished a hunt, but at great cost to himself. Not that he really cared anyway. Maybe lying here on this cold forest floor with nobody around to save him, was his punishment. Sam had left to go be with his 'unicorn' and left Dean to his own devices, I mean Dean is perfectly capable of taking care of himself isn't he? WRONG! So as Dean is lying here, more than likely about to die he thinks about the fight he had with Sam before he left.
"I told you Dean! I had built a life! A good life away from all this!" Sam yelled. Why couldn't see that this life wasn't for him?
"This? This?! This life has and always will be ours Sam! No matter how much we hate it. I'm not willing be selfish and leave people to die. But, anyway I think I know thw real reason you're trying to runaway..." Dean said while looking directly at Sam, with an almost disappointed look on his face.
"Oh, please enlighten me Dean! Why am I really doing this?"
Dean getting sick and tired high-and-mighty attitude decided to not filter anything of what he was about to say.
"Because you're very suited to this lifestyle Sam." Sam just looked at Dean confused and was about to yell about what the hell he was talking about.
"You're as suited to this lifestyle just as I am. You can't tell me you don't like the danger or the fact that we can be any one in the world from day-to-day. Plus we save people from things that other don't even want to believe in! Sam despite the apocolypse being over I think of what all the angels were saying, some of it was true. We are very similar to Michael and Lucifer, we were meant to be soldiers, we were meant to fight everythng, even each other. The only thing that is different that instead of choosing my father's side I chose yours." Dean looked brokenly at Sam and continued his rant, "Sometimes Sam I wish Dad hadn't told me to always protect you. Maybe then I could have been a little free. Because in all honesty little brother the only reason I stay in this life is because of you. It's so engrained into my mind that I have to take care of you that no matter what I truly want...I can never have it..."
"Don't you say it. Don't you say what I think you might say!" Sam practically pleaded to Dean, but no Dean needed to say this for Sammy's sake.
"Because of you."
And with that Sam ran off into the night leaving Dean alone by the Impala, who seemed to have a sad glow about her.
"Be good Sammy and grow strong...Make sure you keep that normal life..."
Dean slowly go into the Impala and drove any where, any where that he could just forget about giving up what he thought was the most important person in his life.
Dean groaned in pain, as his wound began to pulsate with more pain then before. It was as if God was telling him that he deserved to suffer before finally reaching his permanent destination. Dean thought back onto all of the things he did in his life and wondered if there was any meaning to what he had done. He had given his life, his mind, his body, hell even his soul! To the family business, to hunting he gave his all. Well, Karma was a bitch Dean thought. Slowly as Dean felt his life fading away he looked up to the small expanse of sky that was hidden behind the tall trees, he saw a bright light. He closed his eyes thinking it was an angel, and not wanting to feel the pain of his eyes getting burned out along with the current pain he was in. But, he smiled to himself feeling he would die any second and he would take that as a win.
'Take that! You damn winged bastard!' He thought.
Dean slowly began to fade and with his mind barely able to comprehend anything other then the alluring and warm darkness, he thought he heard "I'm sorry Dean."
That's when everything truly went black.
Now some people say that when your in a coma you are still aware of someone talking to you. But here was the thing Dean Winchester wasn't in a coma at all. In fact he was pretty sure he was dead, but despite thinking or rather knowing that he could still here this voice speaking to him. This voice was not unpleasant, truthfully it was deep like the ocean, all encompassing like the sky, and also warm like the rays of the sun. With this almost heavenly voice as Dean would later describe it, he felt that there was a lot of sadness, anger, and disappointment in it. Surprisingly, though none of it felt as if it was aimed at him more like the voice was berating itself. From the snippets that Dean could catch he heard apologies to himself, to his brother, his mother and father, and about how 'I should have known not to leave my children in charge of anything alone.'
This confused Den to no end. Why would this powerful voice be apologize to him and his family of all people? His family had apparently been cursed by God after all.
Then Dean felt himself being set onto what seemed to be a wonderfully comfortable bed. Then Dean felt a large hand begin to stroke his hair, like a parent would do to their children. And even though one side of Dean's brain was yelling at him that he wasn't a child so he didn't need this kind of comfort. But the other half of his brain, the part that was winning, told him to lean more into the hand and to soak up all this comfort for as long as he could.
"Dean...Dean...Dean..." The voice called out to him. Dean tried his hardest to open his eyes but to no avail. His eyelids felt like lead weights, and despite all his willpower he couldn't open his eyes.
'Damnit!' Dean cursed in his mind. His frustration must have been clear to the voice because he gave a sad sigh and whispered,"It's alright Dean. This just means that you'll be in my care a little while longer."
Dean was calmed by this, since for once in his life he wasn't forced to do something that he didn't get on the first try. Dean despite not being very trusting in nature found himself trusting this unknown voice. But, it occurred to Dean that he couldn't just keep the calming voice nameless forever so he tried to think of an an appropriate name to fit this voice.
He thought long and hard, and for some there was only one name that came to mind.
Chuck.
