Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters within. This is just a oneshot from the evil side of my brain. Lol…

Warnings: Character death. (I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!) :-(  see I'm crying!

What Was Really Meant To Happen

For the first time in months Sam was actually sleeping. There were no dreams, just blissful darkness.

It was such a deep sleep that Sam didn't feel it when his body was lifted out of his bed

He didn't feel it as he was lifted into the air.

He did feel it when his body was pressed against the hard smooth surface.

Sam opened his eyes and was surprised to find himself looking down at his bed. He shifted his gaze to the right and saw the sleeping form of his brother, the sheets of his bed twisted around his legs. He shifted his gaze to the left and saw his father sleeping in the bed on the other side of his own bed.

' So this is what it's like to be on the ceiling' thought Sam. Then he realized what he just thought. 'Oh my God'

He tried to bite back the scream but then he felt pain as his abdomen was torn open. The pain was so intense the scream burst forth from his lips anyway.

Immediately Dean and John were awake and brandishing the knives they both kept under their pillows. For a moment they looked at each other confused. Who had screamed? Where was Sam?

Then they saw the bright red drops that fell onto the white sheets of Sam's bed. In unison the two men looked up and into the wide open and pain filled eyes of Samuel Jonathan Winchester.

"Sammy!" both men yelled. But that was all they could do. Something was keeping them from moving. They knew what that something was too. The thing that they had been hunting practically all of Sammy's life. The thing that they thought they had killed earlier that evening. But now, too late they knew they hadn't.

Dean and John looked at each other again, both with tears running down their cheeks. They thought they had killed the bastard demon, but now the one person that mattered to them the most was about to die.

And there was nothing they could do about it.

Suddenly, a menacing voice filled the room.

"This is what was really meant to happen." The demon said.

Then the force holding John and Dean disappeared, and Sammy burst into flames.