There was good news and bad news. His head felt like it had been repeatedly bashed against a concrete wall. That was the good news. The bad news was that his baby brother was becoming a monster. Well, he already was a monster considering he had unleashed the demons from Hell to wreak havoc on Earth. Dean was still trying to figure out Sam's reasoning in all of this. He had a pretty good theory, but it scared the crap out of him.
The theory: Sam gave up. Just as simple as that, Sam just got tired of it all. Dean had seen him struggling, resorting to his demonic powers instead of a gun. Sam would sit up at night, not sleeping an ounce unless it was in the Impala on the road. Eating had also been neglected. It was as if he had been....preparing himself. Sam had given in a foot every day on that last mile. The most devastating part about it all was that Dean had witnessed Sam's slow descent. There wasn't a damn thing he had done about it either. Now all of humanity was essentially screwed because of Dean Winchester's neglect of action. Now humanity was going to pay for his screw-up. Now every being in existence was in agony for the lack of what he had not done. Earth's demise was on his shoulders for eternity.
Wallowing in hatred of himself wasn't comforting. He didn't want to be coddled or held as he cried. All he wanted was Sammy back. Not the son of a bitch inside his brother's body. He wanted HIS Sammy. He longed for his baby brother, whom he had practically raised, to hold him as Dean had done for him so many times before. That was impossible now, Sam was dead. Sammy was in heaven with the God he believed would save him. Dean knew that God was merciful, he had taken Sammy away from him instead of the other way around. If Dean would have been the one chosen for this fate, Sam would have been destroyed. Annihilated, more like. Sam's soul would have been ripped apart mercilessly. There wouldn't be a Sam Winchester to take to heaven.
This is the way it should be.
Dean knew he wouldn't be coming back from this intact. He was already beaten and broken. Physical pain was the only form of abuse he could feel. Mentally, he was in living Hell. He was so accustomed to emotional abuse that he was in a constant state of anguish. The fire he was burning in was hot and the smoke stifled him. Fighting the flames was futile. The fire was him. It was his burning soul... No, wait, that wasn't him. As far gone as he was, he could still feel himself.
That definitely wasn't him.
'Dean? Dean! Wake up, Dean!'
Dean nearly yelled in shock as he heard a new, but oddly familiar voice inside his head. A presence, as powerful as the flames in his mind, electrified his mental state. The presence was so forceful that it was hard to form conscious thoughts.
A startled 'What?' was all he could muster in his shock.
'It's Castiel' replied the same voice that shook his head as if an earthquake had hit.
'Castiel?' Dean asked slowly, 'What the Hell?'
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Okay, short chapter after a long update period...I must be a demon myself. There will be Sam and Dean time next chapter.
