HEADS UP: I will be posting a lot of chapters here that are re-edits of my old (now deleted) stories. I'm doing this to help clear old drabbles from my story list, and post them here where I think they fit better. Because I have so many old stories that are Drabble length though, this means a lot of them will end up here. I'll be labeling them all as "re-edit" in the warnings, so if you want to skip it you can. I am NOT trying to get people to re-review anything they've already read. I will also be doing more requests throughout, I promise. ;)
WARNING: Re-edit. Also, spoilers for season 5 finale "Swan Song".
Author's Note: This came to my mind as I thought about that (very sad) image of Dean on his knees after Sam jumped into the cage. I want to thank ImpalaLove, jojospn, flygirl33, kingdommast, Zana Zira, mb64, reannablue, LeeMarieJack, judyann, and kjdw for their recent reviews and support. And thanks to every reader! :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
Dean's knees rested in the grass, and his head hung low. He stared at the uneven green stalks, watching as deep red droplets sprinkled over them.
His own blood, bleeding from his thoroughly beaten face.
He didn't care.
He watched the dark goo fall to the ground, and couldn't help but hope he would just die here from his wounds.
He knew that would be breaking his promise to Sam. He had promised to try for a normal life. Promised to find Lisa and Ben and build something for himself.
But hey, it wouldn't be the first time he broke a promise, would it? After all, the first promise he ever made in his life was to look after Sammy.
Sammy.
The name floated in his mind, causing him more pain than he had ever felt in all of his existence. It hurt worse than Hell, and he wished he would just drop from his injuries already so he wouldn't have to feel that piercing ache any longer.
Sammy.
His little brother.
His gigantic little brother who he had raised, and loved, and sworn to protect from everything dark in the world.
The same brother who he had just allowed to dive into the pit of Hell for all of eternity.
Yeah, he had broken his promise.
Dean wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn't come. Whether it was because his injuries had damaged his tear ducts, or because he still couldn't bring himself to believe what had just happened, his eyes remained dry.
He continued to stare blankly at the ground, silently willing it to open again and spew his brother out back to him.
"Sammy." Dean whispered softly.
The hunter thought of all the times he had doubted his brother, and felt that he needed to protect him, because Sam was too vulnerable for the world.
He saw now how wrong he had been.
Sam was strong. Stronger than any man, probably.
He had fought off the devil and won, yet Dean wished his brother had been weak.
Wished that he had failed, and that the apocalypse had come, and that the world had gone to Hell just so his brother wouldn't have needed to.
Dean felt his shoulders begin to quake and heard his own dry sobs fill the air.
No, that wasn't right. He wouldn't insult Sam's sacrifice with thoughts like those.
He would be strong, because he had made a promise. He had promised Sam that he would keep going, and if he could do nothing more for his brother, then he would do that.
Because he wouldn't break his last promise to Sam like he had broken his first.
And with that thought, the tears finally began to fall.
Secondary Author's Note: Thanks for reading! I will be posting more re-edited things here soon, but I am definitely still working on requests. You can ignore these deleted-story re-edits if you'd like. Like I said, I'm just storing them here for me. :)