Hey everyone, it's been so long since I've posted anything. My college history course is so tough I haven't had anytime. Plus all my honor courses…I never thought sophomore year in high school would be so tough, lol.

A tag to the ending scene of 'Wishful Thinking'

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"You wouldn't understand... And I could never make you understand."

Sam could only look at Dean, but slowly a humorless laugh passed by his lips. He shook his head disbelievingly.

"What, you think this is some kind of joke?!" Dean took a step closer to Sam, their noses only a few inches apart. Sam immediately stopped laughing.

"No...You wouldn't understand anyway." Sam said. He turned too walked away but felt Dean's hand grab his upper arm. He stopped but didn't turn around, but Dean simply forced Sam's body around and against a pole.

"What in the hell are you talking about Sam?! You have no idea what I went through, the torture, the pain…you could never imagine the HELL I went through!"

Sam's anger increased and he pushed Dean's hands away from his body. He stood up tall, and looking down at his older brother, finally let the secret he had kept so long erupt.

"The hell I don't Dean! I know everything you went through, the wires, hooks, and the fire. I know about all of it!" Sam pushed his stunned brother out of his way and began to walk away.

"What?" Dean whispered to himself. He found his bearings and raced after his brother. He reached him as he was about to open the passenger door of the impala.

He gripped Sam shirt and thrusted him to face him once more.

"How do you know that Sammy?" his voice no longer held anger, but of confusion.

Sam looked down, his bangs falling into his eyes.

"Sam, how do you know about that stuff?" Dean asked once more, this time with a more demanding tone.

Sam's head lifted, moisture filling the bottom of his eyes.

"I was there." Sam whispered so softly, Dean had to strain to hear. But when he did hear, he felt the color drain from his face, and his grip upon Sam's shoulder's tightened.

"H…How?" Dean asked hesitantly. His thoughts were racing so fast. His brother, his little brother had gone to hell!

Sam rubbed his hands over his eyes and looked away from his brother's star.

"Sam look at me."

Sam hesitantly looked.

"How?"

Sam took a shaky breathe, "Think about it Dean." He waited for something to register on his face but when nothing happened he continued. "I have demon blood Dean…you don't honestly think I went to heaven when I died did you?"

Dean's breathe stopped in his chest. Yes, he had thought his innocent brother, one that wouldn't hurt a fly back then would go to heaven. Castiel would definitely be having a face full of angry shouts.

"Look just forget it. Like you said, there are no words to describe it." He turned around and quickly got in the car, without a chance for Dean to interject. Dean rubbed his hands over his face and head. Slowly he looked out at the horizon, then up at the sky. There was only one thought on his minds as he walked around the impala and entered the car.

'What does everything have to happen to Sammy, it just isn't fair.'