Okay, so this was a little drabble i did on tumblr, but after the finale, i think people will really like something like this. I know i don't really do TV or Supernatural fanfics, but i figured i should mix it up a bit. This is a drabble on deans feelings about sam doing the trials. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer- I don't own supernatural, if i did, i wouldn't have come up with a beautiful ending like the writers did.
I have always looked out for my little brother. It was my job, my one and only job. Doesn't matter what happened to me, as long as he was happy, and safe, whatever happens, happens. The only reason I wake up every morning is for him, Sammy. The dorky boy who would always get the last bowl of Lucky Charms, who would cry at the end of each day dad didn't come back. The boy who asked all the painful questions I didn't know the answers to. The boy who always tries to make big brother proud.
The only man I would let watch my back. The only man who would ever get this close to me. I would go through hell and back to make sure he would live, come to think of it, I did.
So, not being able to help him in these trials, in any way, is the worst type of torture someone could give me. The last bit of hope I had, was to an angel I pray isn't dead. For he might be family as well, putting up with a lot of our shit. Man, I guess I failed him, along with Sammy.
Every time I mess up, fail as an older sibling, I always remember the time when I first failed to watch Sammy. When I left my little brother, defenseless, in the motel all those years ago. I can still picture it perfectly, how disappointed my father looked. How I had let him down, and never looked at me the same way again.
So I will pray, hell in my line of work there is no such thing as praying, I will beg to any deity who hears this plea. Don't let him die, he is the only thing keeping me on this hell hole of a planet. My one priceless treasure.
He is the one thing I did, would, and will die for in a heartbeat, as many times as I can. Because all I can do is hand him over to chance, it's the only thing I can do right now.
Please, please, let him live through this. Just watch over him, let him grow old. Let him live a life with a wife and kids, his own family. Then when I know that, when I die, maybe, just maybe, dad's face won't look so scornful.
So that's it! If you want to make more of these, tell me the idea and what pov you want it in and i'll most likely do it! Please review, its almost every writers inspiration to continue what they do!