It Wasn't Your Fault, Sammy…

{Notice: I do not own Supernatural. It belongs to Eric Kripke and The CW network. This is a piece of fiction that was created purely for entertainment purposes.}

{P.S: This part is a little AU because in this story Castiel wasn't blown up.}

Chapter 2

Dean groaned as he slowly rolled onto his back and sat up on the lumpy mattress. Bobby was out hunting a werewolf up in Virginia, so he and Sam had the house to themselves till he got back.

Stretching his arms above his head he let his arms drop to his side, only to let them fall onto a small and wrinkled, folded slip of paper.

Where in the hell did this come from…Dean carefully picked up the sheet of paper, smoothing it out before he opened it up to see what it was.

His drowsy eyes only had to scan the paper for a moment before they flew open in horror.

"SAMMY, NO!" He screamed, bolting from his bed in a frenzy and skidding out the open door. "Oh God, oh God, oh God, Sammy please tell me you didn't!" He sobbed loudly as he rounded the corner and stumbled quickly down the stare.

"SAMMY? You down here buddy? Come on man, ANSWER ME!" Dean flew through the empty living straight into the kitchen, when suddenly his feet slipped from under him and he went flying through the air with a surprised cry.

Landing with a loud grunt on his stomach Dean slowly looked up in a dizzy haze.

Everything was blurry but he could distinctly make out a shadowy shape and the color of dark clenching he croaked out "S-Sammy?.."

The warm, foreign liquid now smeared on the side of his face, neck, and body. And when his vision finally cleared….Dear Christ. "SAMMY!" Dean wailed at the top of his lungs.

In front of him lay his baby brother, a long slicing knife completely embedded in his midsection.

He scrambled over to his brother on his hands and knees, constantly slipping and falling back onto his stomach in the large pool of blood that stained the kitchen.

Dean sobbed loudly as he gathered up his little brothers limp body into his blood smeared arms.

"Sammy no, Oh Jesus, Sammy, Oh Christ Sammy, Sammy, Sammy" It became like a mantra for him, unable the see through his horrified stream of tears.

Shaking Sam's body violently, he wailed at the top of his lungs, "GOD DAMNIT, SAMMY, WAKE UP! You will NOT die like this, do you hear me?"

When the younger mans eyes merely stared glassily up at the sealing, Dean let out a loud stream of curses and clutched him tightly to his chest.

Eyes squeezing shut, Dean let out a choked sob and buried his face in his shoulder. "Sammy… He sobbed wildly in a muffled voice. Suddenly he's eyes snapped open as an idea clicked into his mind.

Cas! He brought Dean back from the dead, so maybe he could save Sam!

Quickly fumbling in his jeans pocket with one hand -the other still clutching the lifeless body of his brother to his chest- he pulled out his cell phone and speed dialed him.

Answering on the first ring -thank God angels had no life- the angels monotone came from the other end.

"Dean? What wrong? I thought humans usually slept in on Saturday mornings."

Dean let out a choked sob and quickly rushed through his words frantically, "C-Cas, you gotta get here NOW! I-It's Sam-"

Now at full alert, Castiel ordered him to tell him where they were.

"W-We're at Bobby's. I-In the kitchen." Dean stuttered out, only having to wait a moment before he heard the horrified gasp erupt from behind him.

Whirling around with wide eyes, Sam still tightly clutched in his arms, Dean saw Castiel stare owl eyed at the two of them.

"What on Earth happened here?" Castiel questioned loudly.

Dean let out a choked sob and shook his head in confusion, "I-I d-don't know why h-he did it C-Cas." Dean choked out.

Castiel stared down at Sam in confusion then to Dean, "Did what Dean? What happened here? Who did this to Sam?"

Dean looked up though bleary eyes at the confused angel and shook his head helplessly.

"Cas..." He whispered softly, "No one 'did' this to Sam… S-Sam k-k-k…" God help him, he couldn't say it!

Castiel stared down at Dean in confusion only for a moment when suddenly realization formed in his eyes.

"Oh, Dean…" Castiel sighed softly, "I'm so sorry for your loss." Dean only nodded, staring bleakly at Sam's graying features.

"Fucking Christ!" He swore out loud, ignoring Castiel's flinch. He felt like his entire body was on fire from the inside out. The waves of mental pain that washed over him were nonstop.

"I'm so sorry Sam. I was just blaming it on you because I was scared and confused." Dean hung his head, feeling weighed down by his guilt and great simultaneously.

He felt the tears start to fall faster from his eyes, blurring his vision again. "I would do anything to take back those things I said… Anything."

"Please come back Sammy. I-I can't- You can't be-" He couldn't bring himself to finish that though. In a moment of sheer desperation, he looked brokenly up at Castiel.

Castiel had assumed that Dean would continue to cry but was shocked to see him look up at him the fevered eyes of a child.

"C-Cas." Dean began, hope shinning clearly in his eyes, though Castiel had no idea why. "Y-You can bring him back right? Like you did me. I mean, you brought me back from the dead, now just…just bring him back to." Dean pleaded through his tears.

Castiel felt his heart clench and he paled. Taking in a deep, shaky breath, he forced the mournful words out.

"Dean, I…I'm so sorry but…but I can't revive your brother." Castiel saw the hopeful light that had just shone in Dean's hopeful green eyes fade once the words had left his lips.

"W-What? Why the hell not! You brought me back!" Dean shouted.

Flinching at Dean's tone, Castiel continued quietly, "Dean, I had full Grace then. I had the angels of heaven supporting me back then. You know that my powers have weakened dramatically and I can't even exercise demons anymore…"

Castiel looked down sadly, "I'm sorry Dean but I'm just not powerful enough to bring Sam back. I wish I could tell you different but…you're brothers' gone." Castiel ended softly.

Dean looked on the edge of a psychotic breakdown when suddenly, a strange glint entered his eyes. "Dean…?" Castiel questioned carefully.

The glint became brighter and Dean answered quietly, "You might not be strong enough to bring him back Cas…But I think we know someone who is."

TBC

Sorry that this chapter was a little shorter then the other but I gotta make sure you keep coming back for more!