Authors Note: This is an AU where Sam gets out of hell with his soul intact. He may or may not have made some unexpected friends along the way to escape. You'll just have to read to find out! Please leave some comments on whether or not you like it and if you want me to keep the story going! I edited this myself so if you see any errors please point them out so I can fix them! Thank you.
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Bobby gripped the handle of the machete he was holding and sliced it clean through the vampire's neck. He watched as the head dropped to the floor, followed by the body. "That was for Sam Winchester you bastard." Bobby dragged the body over to the others and set to pouring gas over them. He lit the fire and walked over to his chevelle. He pulled the door open and cranked her. He'd be damned if he didn't get his revenge on the supernatural for taking away his son. That's right, his son. Bobby considered both Sam and Dean his sons.
Vampires may not have been the ones to put the same in the cage, but it sure felt good to blame them. Sure he still blamed himself for what happened but that didn't mean he wasn't angry. He knew he should've tried harder to find another way to put Lucifer back in the cage. "Damn, look at me becoming a Winchester. Blaming myself, when it was no one's fault." Bobby sighed, he knew Dean was probably doing the same thing. At least he kept his promise though. He was with Ben and Lisa.
Bobby already promised himself that no matter what, he was gonna keep Dean out of hunting. It was the only real thing that Bobby could do to keep Sam's wishes. For all he knew Sam probably thought that he was still dead.
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Dean sat on the steps of their porch. His porch. It still felt weird, this life he was living. It felt like a dream. But he never woke up. His brother was in hell and he was here. Living an apple pie life. A life that his little brother had always wanted. He felt awful that he couldn't give this to his brother. He wished with everything that he had that his brother was there with him. He couldn't stand doing nothing to try and get his brother back. But he made that damn promise to Sam that he would try this. And that he wouldn't poke the cage.
It broke Dean to watch his little brother jump into that hole of blackness. It went against every bone in his body to sit back and watch his brother sacrifice himself. He had raised Sam since he was a baby. He would always protect Sam, but he failed. He should've found another way to put the Devil back in the cage. And since he didn't he watches the event play over in his dreams every night.
He was home alone. Lisa took Ben to the movies. They would still be gone for another 2 hours. He couldn't help but think about reaching in his pocket and calling Bobby. But he knew that he couldn't because neither of them would be able to speak without having a chick-flick moment. And they both hated those. Today marked a year. He had been without his brother for a year. He couldn't help but wonder if his brother was still fighting. No, I can't think like that. Dean sighed and got up from where he was sitting. He needed a beer.
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Sam gazed at the gaping whole in hell's gate. We finally did it. He thought as he glanced back at Tray and Imp. Tray nudged his shoulder, "Dude you need to go while you have the chance." Said Tray. Imp nudged him too, whimpering. "Okay. Are you coming Tray?" Sam asked, his gaze a little hopeful. "Maybe after a while. I have a feeling if I come out with you it will tip someone off." Sam smirked, "That's probably a good idea." Sam said, as he took a step closer to the hole that would lead him to freedom. He took a deep breath and walked through.
Sam was engulfed in darkness. He felt his body being pulled to the surface. Every nerve ending in his body was on fire. He had know idea where hell was going to spit him out. Maybe it would be the cemetery, where his dad clawed his way to the surface. He didn't know, but one thing he did know was he hoped he wasn't too far from Bobby's. All of a sudden he felt the coolness of the air. He felt damp grass soaking his clothes. He took in gasps of air. He was finally breathing in air that wasn't thick with sweat and blood. He was free.
