Ive always wanted to make this crossover. I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 1

Gone, gone for good. He wasnt dead.. but he was lost to him. Dean tried with all his soul to keep his composure as he drove down the desolate road. Metalica blarred loudly out of the impalas powerfull speakers.

At this moment, He wished he could be brain dead, just to keep him from breaking down.

89 MPH. he was breaking the law, but he couldnt have cared less. He wanted to get out of this state out of this GODDAMN COUNTRY!

He recalled what happened just hours ago.

Dean felt conflicted as he drpped sam off at the colledge, it felt good, working on the woman in white case together. And he didnt think he could find dad on his own, if he was even still alive. But as he drove away from standford he had a weird feeling in his gut. And his instinct to proctect Sammy, won over. He drove as fast he could back to Sam. But it was too late... for the second time in his life he saw another innocent woman burned on a godforsaken ceiling .. he managed to pulled sam out, as he had once done so many years ago.

He guessed he should have realized sam would lash out at him. As the authorities should up, the first thing they saw was a tall man yelling his heart out at a slightly shorter guy. At first he he tried to calm his little brother down, but sam just went too far.

"This is all your fault, couldnt have just left me alone, huh? Noooo, you had to drag me back into it. I hate you. Jess is dead, and I could have been there to protect her if werent such a hard hedded jerk!"

"I never want to see you or Dad again, I dont want to be a winchester any more! You can just run off to daddy like a good little dog, like you always do!"

He backed up shocked. "You dont mean that, I know you dont mean that. Please sa-"

"GO Dean, just get out of my fucking life!"

"GO!"

Dean was jolted out of his internal tourmoil when his phone started ringing.

great, just fan freaking-tastic!

He turned off the screaming of Hetfield to hear his kid brothers voice mail.

Dean...um Im sorry...how you left. I didnt mean what I said, it wasnt your fault. Please, just... can we please just talk? Huhhhh. Call me back.

He should have turned back, but he just couldnt. All his life, sam had never once seemed that angry.

Looking down at his shirt, he noticed the amulet that he wore everywhere. He recalled the christmas in which sam gave it to him. Dad was gone that christmas. All he had was sam, no one else.

And then he rembered when sam was younger and sad, he went to dean for confort, not john. That one time in sams 3rd year at school, he had a small part in the play. Dad said he couldnt come, but dean went. And as the play ended, most of the kids waved to thier mothers while sammy waved at him with a big gofgy smile.

Dean grinned

The impala swerved and screeched as the car made an adrupt turn. Dean changed his mind, would always be there for his little brother.

Too lost in his thoughts, the man failed to notice the dark blue blue forming right in front of him

When he finnally saw it he tried jolting his car to his right. But he was too slow.

The dark blue light swallowed Dean and left the impala without a passenger.

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