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Hey everyone! Here's the beginning of a story that I just started. It's just what the title says. I was in the play-version of It's A Wonderful Life this year, so I got inspired to write this! Hope you enjoy!

Prologue

"Just leave me alone, Dean!" Sam Winchester finally exploded after arguing with his brother for the whole night. "I… uugghh!" he huffed, and closed up his laptop and laid it on the bed angrily. "You know what? I'm done. I'm done with all of this crap I have to put up with from you." He snatched his sweatshirt from the duffel bag on the floor beside him and put it on with obvious irritation.

"Crap from me?" Dean repeated back. "What, you think you're such a walk in the park with to deal with?" He watched solemnly, holding back his rage as best he could, when he saw Sam head towards the door. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Out for a walk. Away from here!" Sam fumed as he turned towards the door.

"Sam-"

"What, Dean?" Sam cut off, seeing red. "You gonna give me some advice cause you're the big, wise brother and I'm just the naïve little twit you have to take care of? Is that what you think of me? That I'm some stupid-"

"Hey!" Dean immediately responded. "I never said that, Sammy." Dean was about to further explain himself, but again, Sam's voice made him shut his mouth.

"It's SAM!" he fumed, upset at Dean with unbridled fury. "God, you just…" Sam trialed off, trying to find his voice. "See what I mean? I'm not even worth calling the right name to you, am I? Well, to me, Dean, you're…"

"I'm what, Sam? An asshole? A selfish prick?" Dean filled in. "Sing a new song, or shut up!" He plopped himself down on his bed and began taking his shoe to settle in for the night, hoping Sam would follow that order and be quiet.

"Yeah, both, actually," Sam agreed vehemently. "But sometimes, I wish you were just never born! It'd make my life a hell of a lot easier, you know that?" Sam thrust open the door and slammed the it shut as he made his exit.

Dean's head snapped up in time to see the door slam in his face. He stared at it, frozen in place by Sam's words. He blinked to clear his suddenly-blurry vision as his mind argued with itself.

Never been born? Is that what he wants?

No! Of course not; he was just mad.

Just cause he's mad, doesn't mean he's insane. Sam knew what he was saying.

That's not true! I'm his brother.

Yeah, I'm the brother who dragged him out of his perfect life and threw him back into hunting. He must freaking adore me for that!

But this is Sam I'm talking about!

I was the one who pulled him away from Jess before she died. I was the one who practically forced him back to be a hunter. And why? Because I was selfish. I missed Sam, so much. And the thought of him and me working side by side was too much to resist. He found a way out of this screwed-up life. I should've let him go.

Well, when you put it that way… you're right.

I am right.

Sam would be better off without me.

The older brother, in shock, walked over to where his own duffle bag sat. He slowly unzipped it with care and sifting through it until he found a small bottle of painkillers. The hunter ran a shaky hand through his spiky hair and stared at the bottle with gross fascination. Of all the hideous, deadly things he's come up against, Dean found it ironic that the contents in that little bottle were going to be the cause of his death.

"Well, 'never born' is something I can't even swing, Sam," Dean softly whispered to the air with sadness and defeat dripping off of every word. "But, I can give you the next best thing."

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"Goodness, Boss! I didn't know that you were implying suicide when you said Dean Winchester was thinking about ending his life!" the young angel named Castiel gasped. "I have to help him!"

"Wait just a minute, Castiel! Don't even think about going anywhere!" The Superintendant of Angels inwardly groaned at the young, second-class angel's obliviousness. She had been explaining Dean's case history to the inexperienced angel so he would be prepped and ready to save the human. "You have to focus if you ever want to earn your wings!"

A second-class angel didn't have wings yet, because the privledge of having wings had to be earned. The hope was the Castiel would save Dean and earn his wings, which were long overdue, but now, the Superintendant was losing hope for that.

"But if Dean Winchester's contemplating suicide, I'd better head down to Earth right away!" Castiel insisted. He began to leave, almost tripping on his way out.

"CASTIEL!" the Superintendant boomed, making Castiel stop in his tracks. "You know, at this rate, you're only going to earn one wing, and you'll be flying around in circles!"

Castiel laughed out loud at that remark. "That's a good one, Boss!"

"Moving on…" the Superintendant annunciated. "Now, Sam left the motel a little while ago. Dean's, still there, staring at the bottle of pills. Are you ready to save him?"

"Gee…" Castiel suddenly became timid. "I… I don't know, Boss…"

"Well, if you can save Dean Winchester, you'll get your wings!"

"My wings?" Castiel questioned aloud. "Oh, yes! My wings! Can I get the tie-dyed wings? With the flames on them? Oh, I won't let you down, Boss! I promise!"

"It'll surely take a miracle," she whispered.

"Thanks for your confidence in me, Boss," Castiel beamed.

"Good luck, Castiel," she smiled, and snapped her fingers to send Castiel, to Earth, and hopefully, to save Dean Winchester.

So, there's the first part. Did you like it or not? Do you have any interest in it in all, or is it wrong to tear apart such a classic holiday movie? What do you think? Tell me in a review!

Thanks for reading, and see you next chapter!

On with the story...!