Hello! I can't thank you enough for taking a moment to read this and for all the reviews, I appreciate it very, very much! Enjoy and thanks again!

P.S. If any of you out there have been following my 'The Nightmare That Wasn't' story this chapter may look familiar. I ended up posting it to the wrong story and couldn't get it fixed until now. So, I feel a bit silly but hey, strange things happen sometimes... :)


Do it. You know that you can not survive without Sam. Now that he is gone you're usefulness is at an end. You failed in your one job. The job you promised your father you would uphold. To protect Sammy. You failed. And there is no other reason for you to exist.

"Sam. Dad. I'm sorry."

"DEAN!"

"NO! LET ME GO! I'm...I'm...there is no reason for me to stick around. Please, just let me do it."

"DEAN! You need to stop this. Right the hell now! I am not going to sit here and watch you blow your damn head off!"

Awww, isn't that sweet.

You are such a screw up. Even with a loaded gun you can't even work up the courage to get rid of yourself.

You know it. So did your brother. So did your father. So did your mother. You. Are. A. Loser.

"SHUT THE HELL UP!"

"Listen Dean! If I was dead then how did I stop you? If I wanted to kill you then I would have done it. I am the one holding the gun now, right? So, for the last time. I AM YOUR BROTHER!"

Look Dean, it's the calvary. Coming to your rescue again. Always having to clean up after your messes huh? Kinda tells you something about yourself, doesn't it?

"S'my?"

Well, I guess you are a harder nut to crack than I thought. But, that's okay, not to worry. I am more than up to the challenge. And you will still die. One way or the other, you will die.

"Yeah Dean, it's me. You back?"

Did you hear the way he said that? He sounded, what's the word for it, or yeah...disappointed. He was really hoping that you would pull that trigger. That you would be gone. Finally. Then he could be free of you and the poison that your very touch brings.

"DEAN! Talk to me! What is going on?"

"UGH! Make it stop! This creep is crawling around in my head. We...we gotta burn this bastard. And fast. He is really, really convincing."

Because I know the truth. Your brother hates you Dean. With every fibre of his body and soul. He hates you.

"NO!"

He hates that you dragged him from his perfect life back into your shitty one. He hates everything about you. He can't even stand to look at you. He hates you.

"NO! S'my, please. Make it stop."

But he can't. Or, maybe it's that he doesn't want to. At least not yet. Maybe it's your turn to suffer. Yeah, he could probably help you but he is stalling. Because he wants more than anything else for you to feel pain.

"I will Dean. I will. It will stop. But you gotta fight it man. Don't listen to it. You and I are in this together and I am not going to lose you. We will flambe this bastard and get that hard head of yours back to its normal self. Okay? Deal?"

Dean? You see what he did there right? You can read between the lines right? He just wanted to remind you. Of the deal your father made. For you. What a waste. A perfectly good man left to rot in the fires of Hell. For all eternity. Because of you. All because of you.

"SHUT UP YOU BASTARD!"

Boy, you really screwed the old man over didn't you? You are good. He didn't see that one coming now did he? And Sam? Well, he was just getting to know your father again. And then he died. No, that's not it. You killed him! So, how do you think your precious Sammy feels about that?

"SAM! I'm going crazy here. We gotta...gotta move...gotta kill it."

"Okay Dean, c'mon bro, I've got you. We'll fix it."

No you won't. You'll die long before you find me. It's only just begun.


TBC... Thanks for taking the time to read!