|"It's not worth less, either."| |Chapter 2.|
A/N: For those who might not be able to see my manip that I used for the cover art of this Fic, the link is here: 3dbabe1999 .tumblr (Just take out the spaces in the underlined address) If anyone wants to check it out…
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|"It's not worth less, either."| |Chapter 2.|
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After the discovering that Dean's body was gone, life came to a sqreeching halt.
He had nothing left 'to hold onto' anymore and his mind quickly spiraled down till he was lost in a sea of confusion, grief, guilt, anger and lunacy.
He could no longer calculate the spanning and ebbing of time as every second was spent in the exact same manner.
Research.
He worked with the knowns first.
Before he had discovered Dean's body missing, he had known without a doubt, that Dean had been dead. He had held his brother during his last breaths, he had felt it when Dean's heart stopped beating. He had FELT it when the light that was his brother's soul, was snuffed out.
He knew that Dean had been mortally wounded by Metatron, had watched as Metatron had stabbed Dean, puncturing one of Dean's lungs, nicking Dean's heart. He knows the damage that had been done.
He should.
He's the one who cleaned all of his brother's wounds. He's the one who did his best to repair the worst of the damage.
But it had all been 'too little, too late'… Cleaning Dean's wounds, patching up the worst of them, had done nothing to save Dean's already ended life, it had done nothing to bring Dean back. But he had cleaned him up and patched him up anyway, just like he had done after Lillith's Hellhound, just like he had done several times during a multitude of repeated Tuesdays that sometimes lasted to up to, two hours after a random variety of Dean's many deaths, days he had cared for his brother's maimed or broken body, feeling terrified that he wasn't going to wake up and get 'another Tuesday', another chance to save Dean's life and break the viscous cycle, he had also cared for Dean's body after he had been gunned down on that one Wednesday, and he would have cared for Dean's body, if there had been one left to care for when he had believed Dean to be dead after the exploding Dick Roman had caused both Dean and Cass to disappear.
And just like when Dean and Cass disappeared, he has no body to bring Dean back to….
But at least he can retrieve Dean's soul from Hell.
It's taken him, at least three days (he thinks) to find where Dean had hidden the spell that can bind DEATH and knows that there is no turning back, that one way or another, by the end of the day, he was going to go to Hell… It's the getting back out part that he's not so sure about….
Finding the ingredients for the ritual is no longer the same challenge that it used to be as bunker came stocked with just about everything that might be needed for almost every sort of spell imaginable.
He can sense that someone, something is observing him and he has a feeling that DEATH knows what he's up to and is possibly, seriously considering to make good on the threat that he had made to Dean over three years ago… But that doesn't matter, if DEATH kills him, then he'll be where he had wanted to be in the first place. With Dean, in Hell, no, he might not be able to save Dean if he doesn't have a way to get Dean out, but at least he will be right there suffering, right alongside Dean.
He doesn't realize how much he has focused his concentration on getting the ritual just right (it HAS to go just right or it will NOT work) until he realizes, a moment too late that his awareness of everything outside the ritual has completely slipped as an iron strong hand grips his arm harshly, wheeling him around and a steely voice asks "What do you think you're doing, Sam?"
TBC..