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Summary: Sam see's no other choice.
Let Me Go
Chapter One.
Sam Winchester was tired. Not the I-ran-a thousand miles- tired but the bone weary-soul heavy- tired. He was called the Geek boy wonder and Mr. Know it all, but right now he had no idea what he was going to do. He didn't know what to do. He was freak. Through and through.
His mom died protecting him when he was six months old. She had a gentle sweet soul. She didn't deserve the raging fire that destroyed her in the most cruel way. Neither did Jessica. His smart, out of his league beautiful girlfriend. She loved him. completely. She gave herself over to him. His dreams, a normal life, she was the epitome of his too short normalcy. And what did he give in return? A fiery torturous death. Agony and misery.
His father was a righteous man. He lived by his rules and standards. He protected his sons the only way he knew. He was a broken soul after the death of his one true love. But he never let his sons down. He helped thousands of people. He was a good man. And what did he get in return from his youngest?
Battles, war, discontent, distrust and misery. Sam never appreciated what the man did for him. Never thanked him for protecting him and his loyal brother. Instead he left him alone to fight the war and went off to a delusional world where he just got another innocent get killed. He fought with his father till the end. Till the man sacrificed himself for his brother and him. Gave his brother his life and gave Sam his support, his brother.
Dean. The most important person in his life. His Brother. His protector. Friend. Partner. And his only remaining family. he was the one who raised Sam. Taught him, fought off bullies for him. Sam didn't know who he had been if not for his big brother. Sam loved him. Respected him more than his father. He would do anything for him.
But ultimately he had gotten his brother killed, tortured in hell and betrayed him in the worst way possible. Broken his trust. Tried to kill him. What kind of a brother was he? He wanted to avenge Dean's death. Save the world. Be a hero. He wanted to do all of this for his brother. He didn't want anything else. Just wanted everything safe for Dean. Be the big brother for once. Do the job.
And what did he do? End the world. Doomed billions of people to a fiery death. Just like his Mom and Jessica and his dad and dean and his countless friends. He had to go and trust the demon. Screw around with the species that started it all. Get addicted to power that was ingrained in him. Use it to start the Apocalypse. End of the world.
And now this was the icing on the whole Sam failure cake. A Vessel. He was The Vessel. For the devil himself. Lucifer. Whom he freed. Now he was destined to be his vessel and first handly destroy the whole world. His only remaining family. His brother. Sam would have laughed if he could. But he couldn't. he hadn't laughed since Dean died and came back and he destroyed the world. It was meaningless, useless and not worth him.
There was no choice. He had to do this. It was the least he could do. For the world. For his brother. For himself.
He wished he could see Dean. One last time. Or hear his voice. He would have died happy. But he didn't deserve it. He had to go. Destroy himself like he did his entire family.
Sam closed his eyes. He let go.
TBC…..