Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural
Warning: NOT A HAPPY STORY.
A/N: The lines mean either time change or POV change.
Sam's POV - 3 Years Later...
Three years. Three long, excruciating years later the final showdown was happening. He'd been waiting and praying for this moment for three years, two months and five days.
After the yellow-eyed demon took control of his body over three years ago, the monster made quick work of the 66 seals to free Lucifer. Sam didn't last through a week of torture before he finally said "yes" to the fallen angel.
And now, three agonizing years later, Dean stood across from him with an angel named Castiel he'd met at some point down the line. They were in a graveyard called Stull Cemetery in Kansas. Sam had long known he'd meet Dean here for the first and last time since the fateful hunt in Colorado. It felt like several lifetimes had passed since the Wendigo hunt.
"So, here we are at last," Lucifer said using his mouth. He would be sick if he were in control of his own body. But there was nothing he could do but wait.
Dean gave a quick nod. "Is Sam gone then?" Dean asked. His voice would seem monotone, but Sam thought he heard a sliver of hope. I'm here! I'm still alive!
"Long gone." No, Dean, don't listen to him! I'm sorry…. His body wouldn't obey him though. He saw the other angel take a step forward. Before Castiel could even put his foot down Lucifer had blasted him back into a gravestone, knocking out the angel.
Then Dean lifted his gun and shot Lucifer right in the heart.
The bullet cut through Sam and he screamed in the deep recesses of his mind. The only sound that crossed his lips though was a horrid, twisted laugh. "That's not going to kill me, boy."
Dean smirked. "It was worth a shot." Then pulled an angel blade out from behind his back and lunged forward. Lucifer dodged easily and swiftly pulled out his own blade.
While the two parried back and forth, Sam started focusing all his energy, his entire being into slowing his hand that held the blade. He had seen others make their bodies move while being possessed when they were about to do something terrible. He knew Dean only needed one moment to be able to overtake him.
If he could just give him a chance. Come on, come on…
Dean's POV
It happened in a blur. One moment, he was blocking endless blows from Lucifer, the next Lucifer had paused and taken a step back like he had been hit by some mysterious force. He didn't even think. Didn't hesitate. He thrusted forward with the angel blade and stabbed Lucifer right between his ribs under his heart. Dean shielded his eyes from the flash of light emanating from Lucifer's body. When he looked up into Lucifer's face to relish the moment as he finished him... he didn't see Lucifer.
Sammy. There were tears welling up in his brother's pain-filled eyes. A whining groan came from Sam and then he fell forward into Dean's arms. Dean easily caught up and gently laid him down. He cradled Sam's head in his lap. His little brother was gasping for air with the blade still buried into his chest. Dean knew if he took it out his brother would die instantly.
"Cas!" Dean cried in a broken voice. This was his Sam. His baby brother. The one that he used to soothe his post-hunt nightmares and give the last bowl of cereal. He had him back. But not for long.
"Dean," came a hoarse, feeble voice from Sam, "Dean…."
"Shh, it's ok Sam. Cas will fix you up. Just don't talk," Dean commanded. He was on the brink of losing his composure and it was easier to slip back into his old mask. He glanced back at the angel again and saw Castiel was still slumped against the stone. Shit.
Sam's breathing quickened and his gasps bigger. He gripped Dean's arm. "Dean," Sam rasped, pausing until his big brother looked him in the eyes. "I'm… sorry. I'm so sorry… Please-" he coughed softly and grimaced. Blood splattered his lips, but he looked back at his brother, tears streaming down his face. "Forgive me."
"Sam, knock it off!" Dean barked and squeezed his brother closer. "You're gonna be fine, Sammy. Just stay with me." He refused to show how scared he was and to act like it was the end. Cas would wake up any minute and heal him. They would be fine.
Dean watched his little brother's eyes light up with a weak but grateful grin. He smiled back and said, "See, Sammy? You're gonna be ok. We're gonna get you fixed up and then we can hit the road. We can be a family again..." Dean babbled so long he didn't notice that Sam's chest had stopped rising and falling. When he did, he let out an unearthly scream that shook the trees and gravestones around him. "No... Sam! Come back. Please, come back." He remembered Sam's last words. "I-I forgive you, Sammy…"
Then he did something he hadn't done in nearly fifteen years. He cried.
After Dean burned... Sam - he tried so hard to not think of those words together so it would seem less real. The first thing he did when he got back into the Impala was call John.
His father answered in less than two seconds. "Dean?! Where are you? What's going on?" John sounded nearly frantic. Dean felt nothing except cold, icy numb.
"He's dead, dad." Dean didn't even try to explain where he'd been the past three years. That wasn't why he was calling.
"What?" John asked slowly. "Who?" He hadn't been called dad in a long time. He knew something was very wrong.
"Sam."
The name hung tense between them. Neither of them wanted to have this discussion. Neither dared to admit or administer blame. A jumble of emotions now whirled through Dean with that one simple name. Bitterness. Grief. Regret. Sorrow. Guilt. His jaw quivered but no noise escaped.
"How?" The question came out in an exhale of disbelief.
Dean told him everything in a stony, monotone voice. He wanted to blame his father for everything that had happened. He wanted to be angry at him for not being emotionally or physically supportive for years. But he couldn't find the passion behind it like he could for Sam. It was a baseless anger that wouldn't ignite like he wanted. He only felt his own shame.
"Can I see him?" John asked in a small voice.
Then the inferno lit up again inside Dean. "You're kidding me. You want to see him now? After all these years pretending he doesn't exist, you want to see him?
And do what, John. Apologize? No, I already burned him. You will never see him again, John. Never!" Dean was screaming by the end. The anger was just as much directed at himself as it was at his father, but he wouldn't admit it.
"I'm sorry," came the broken reply across the phone. Dean heard a small sniffle and he deflated slightly.
"Me too, dad." Dean stated simply before hanging up.
Dean hunted. He hunted with a ferocity never seen before. No one got near him. When the sound of the Impala rolled into a town, monsters quivered and hunters left the job to him.
Eleven years later, he joined Sam.
A/N: Holy crap... it's done! Not really, but this is EVERYTHING I have at this point. I will be updating as much as possible. I'm even planning to write about some of what happens in the 3 missing years. I just need more time, but I know y'all are an impatient bunch so here's everything I have thus far. Enjoy. I hope you're not crying too much or at all. Remember this is only the first ending! That means there will be happier endings! Yay! Please let me know what you think and what you want to see happen in other endings. I'll do my best to write them. Thank you guys!