So, hey guys! I don't know how I started this story, but it's already started :D. I know, there are many mistakes, I'm not very good in English, especially writing, I guess, but I'll do my best : Tell me, if there are any mistakes! Tell me what You think! And please, review! ^_^
p.s. I really doubt that this prologue is good, but the following story is much better! ;)
Good reading,
Prologue_***
Not everything was perfect in Winchester's lives. Never was. But it never was too bad either. It always was somewhere in the middle of it. The golden middle.
They always had their issues. More or less. But it never was as bad as it was now.
Dean remembered, how hurt he felt, when Sam left to Stanford without even saying 'goodbye'. Then he felt like someone ripped a tiny piece from his soul and crushed it, throwing it away.
Of course, Sam came back, but just because Dean arrived and Jess died. And dad went missing.
Dad.
He left him alone too. Without a word either, just left.
And then… then John died because of him. All he felt was deep black hole in his chest. Deep black hole of nothingness. He was broken.
And then months after, Sam died too. Dean felt like his soul was nothing but pieces, like a shattered mirror. No way it's gonna be the same. But he pretended that everything was fine. Like always. He put a mask on his face and everything was fine. As it should be. Fine.
But he fixed everything and Sam was alive, breathing, healthy, and a year later, Dean went to Hell. He was in place where he felt he belonged. For what he has done.
But when he came back from the Pit… he knew his soul was nothing but pieces. Small tiny pieces of himself. He was broken. He knew that, he felt depressed. He didn't want to live, but he had to. For Sammy. He pretended that he was fine. Maybe a little traumatic because of Hell, but fine. Sam never knew, what he was truly feeling deep inside. He knew a little, but nothing that can describe the truth. Broken soul. And his secret makeouts with Ruby wasn't helping the pain he was feeling. Not at all.
Then all this shit with Lucifer, Michael, and the rest of the Angels, Bobby's death, Leviathans and other things… he had to be strong. It was his duty. No matter what, he had to pretend, that he was okay. He always is.
But when he figured, that Sam didn't look for him while he was in monsterland, he felt betrayed. If Sam didn't look for him, that means, that he also doesn't love him anymore, that he doesn't care. It was just one more knife into his already damaged soul.
And the trials… Dean knew, it had to be him, not Sam, doing them. He just screwed up with that helhound, and Sam had to clean up his mess. As always.
And then BOOM!
Kevin died because of him. Sam didn't trust him anymore. He didn't want them to be brothers anymore. He would not save him. He wanted to stay away from Dean. Maybe even hated him. Sam was looking at him like he was poison. And that was how he felt. That look full of betrayal, not-love, disappointment, even hate was pulling life away from Dean.
And that was the final straw.
Dean literally felt his soul shattering to pieces. After he said those four, at the first glance innocent words, 'No, Dean, I wouldn't', his soul and his entire being had broken. It felt like something, that he always tried to fix, glue it over and over, broke again, once and for all. Maybe beyond repair this time.
And even if Sam noticed that, he didn't stop damaging it.
However the question is; whether or not it will be too late to fix this.