So, it's a new chapter! Still translating... :D Maybe chapters are way too short, but the next one is gonna be longer. I can promise you that! I almost translated it, so, not be waiting too long!

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Chapter 2

4.16 am

'Ahhhh' Dean groaned.

He still felt tired. He slept for what? Almost 2 hours? And still, he was dreaming such an awful things... How Sam shot him in Asylum, how he was killing him before heading out with Ruby, how hellhounds were killing him, his time in Hell, Alastair, how Sam said that Dean is not worth saving...

'Why I woke up...?' moaned Dean. He felt nauseous, head was pounding, he felt like shit. Wanted to sleep. But he couldn't. He didn't want to dream it all over again. It was just too hard.

He sat up.

His view went dark for a moment. Head was spinning.

But he forced himself to stand up and walked out of the room straight to the kitchen.

Now he needed to drink something.

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It was late evening when Sam walked into the kitchen.

Dean was sitting on the chair, drinking, again, and looking into computer with non-seeing eyes.

Sam said nothing just made some coffee for himself.

Dean stood up and headed to the fridge. He opened it and then closed it angrily.

'Did you take my bear?' asked Sam angrily.

'No, guess not. Maybe you drank it and didn't even notice' Sam said.

'Don't lie' grunted Dean.

Sam looked at him pissed, angerin his eyes, and shouted out:

'You know what, Dean? You can go straight to Hell with all this shit of yours right now.'

Dean froze.

Sammy send him to hell.

'Fine' he said very quietly and calmly, and then walked out of the room, leaving Sam confused.

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Sam felt cold.

After Dean so strangely leaved, he felt guilty.

His words were a little harsh, yeah. Dean already looked like crap...

'Whoa, whoa whoa, wait.' he stopped himself. 'You said what you had to. And you don't have to feel guilty of the truth.'

'But I am.'

'Maybe it wasn't the truth then.'

Sam blinked from his inner conversation.

Yeah, he felt guilty of his words. But he wanted Dean to learn this damn lesson once and for all. It can't keep going like this. He gotta understand.

But Sam didn't felt right.

He felt sinking feeling in his stomach.

All his instincts were screaming that something is wrong.

Something is really really wrong.

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Dean closed his room's door.

He felt tears in his eyes.

He felt wrong.

Felt useless.

Sam's words were screaming in his head.

You can go straight to Hell, Dean.

Straight to Hell, Dean.

To Hell.

Sammy wanted him go back to Hell.

Maybe for what he did.

Dean felt hard.

He never, not even once thought that Sam hated him so much.

But he did.

Dean sobbed.

'I am useless. Nothing. Worthless. Burden. Peace of shit. Pathetic. Everybody hates me. Sam hates me. He wants to see me dead. Don't wanna be brothers. He never wanted this life, I threw him back into it, nothing strange, that he hates me. I ruined up everything. So what's the point? I can't even do anything right. But I can give Sammy what he wants. For once I can do something right. I can end all this. It will be better for everyone' Dean thought.

Dean picked up the knife.

'Don't hate me more'