A/N: This frickin' midseason finale won't leave me alone. I'm seriously losing it over here, so of course I have to write. This is just a short blurb of Dean's thoughts in the last scene. SPOILERS 9X09.
I had a dream once. A nightmare, really. And in this nightmare, everything that could possibly go wrong, did. All the things I had tried so hard to avoid came crashing towards me, a tsunami with no warning, a black hole with no hope for escape.
And then I opened my eyes. And the nightmare came alive with the sounds of a scream echoing in my ears. I opened my eyes and the world was still crumbling around me, the walls disintegrating, eaten up by a sky high wave that consumed everything I had ever hoped to save. Everything that had ever managed to be good- washed away in the blink of an eye.
I watched the thing that was no longer my brother stride purposefully from the room, and tried not to think about the destruction he'd left in his wake. I tried not to look too long at the smoking eye sockets, the blinded, terrified face of the boy I'd sworn to protect.
And I tried to move. I tried so hard to think about some way to fix it, some way I could make it better. But as I stared at the dead prophet on the floor next to me, I realized it was too late.
I was too late.
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