DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything. It's all just for fun.
SPOILERS: None.
A/N: I wanted this to be an actual story, a nice little one-shot or something, but… I couldn't make it work. So it's a drabble. Feedback appreciated. Enjoy.
OPPOSITE SIDES
They were on opposite sides of the field now.
Dean stood with Castiel at his side, a garrison of angels at his back. All flaming swords and shining armor.
Sam stood with Ruby hanging on his arm, a horde of demons behind him. All snapping jaws and withered skin.
He didn't know how it happened, how they wound up fighting each other… where his little brother had gone. Dean didn't know when Sammy had died and something else had slithered in. It didn't matter anymore either.
This was the last front. The final battle.
And Sam had to die.
