"I'm going to start, I'll tell you what he told me first." Sam told him, hands folded in front of her. "Stop me if I'm telling the truth."
Dean swallowed and nodded, taking a deep breath. "Okay." he said softly.
"He said that once he was born, once he realized what had happened and you came into the room a few minutes after that." Sam told him. "He said that you recognized him and you went to him, he was naked so you wrapped your jacket around him."
"Sam!" the choked scream escaped his lips, stumbling against the doorway as he tried to hurry inside the cabin.
Everything was happening too fast, too damn fast, one right after the other. Crowley had sacrificed himself to trap Lucifer but Lucifer had still managed to escape, killing Cas right in front of them. His sister screaming from the cabin that was alight in a golden light that could only be the nephilim.
Then their mother, trying to attack Lucifer, defending him from the devil, being pulled along with him into the other world just as the opening closed.
And the screams behind him stopped. Along with the rest of the world.
So he moved to the last sign of life, the last bit that made sense, what he always did.
He went back to where his sister was.
Coming into the cabin his sister was on the ground, unmoving, spread out and eyes open, unseeing. He didn't need to check, he already knew.
His sister was dead.
And the reason was standing a few feet away, eyes alight in the same golden light that had been lighting up the cabin and the portal to the other world. It tilted its head to the side, naked and grown, slowly taking a step towards him.
Dean stared at the thing in horror, barely able to breathe, every last part of him shaking in an emotion that he couldn't name.
The thing just stared at him, blinking and slowly moving, as if getting used to its limbs. Slowly it turned its head and looked at Sam on the ground.
Dean felt something inside of him snap and he brought his gun up, shooting at the thing, the force making it stumble back but otherwise, nothing else happened to it.
"Then he said that you focused on my body, you explained to him that you needed to burn it, a proper hunters pyre." Sam continued. "You answered all the questions he had about it."
Once he was out of bullets he dropped the gun and moved forward, grabbing it by the arm and pulling it up. The thing didn't do anything to stop him, stumbling and falling to the ground, only being held up by Deans grip on his arm.
Dean tightened his grip on its arm, watching the skin around it start to discolor, and threw him across the cabin, not caring how he slammed against the wall making the entire thing shake.
"Heal her." he could barely recognize his own voice. "Bring her back. Heal her!"
It looked at Sam and what Dean swore was a small whimper escaped him as his eyes raked over Sam's dead body. "He-heal?"
"Heal her! You're an angel! Heal her!"
It kept looking at Sam and then back at Dean, breathing heavily and not moving.
"I...I don't know..."
Gritting his teeth Dean moved forward and grabbed at it again, pulling it up enough so that he would punch it in the face and letting it fall to the ground once more.
"He then said that both of you took care of my body."
Turning away from it Dean went to his sister, falling to his knees beside her dead body. He reached for her and almost tenderly picked her up, holding her to chest as he tried to figure out what to do, what he could even do, about this.
Breathing heavily, Dean just held her to him, gripping her tightly as he curled his body around hers.
This was too reminiscent of when Jake had killed her back at Cold Oak because of Azazel. Being too little too late to save her.
Only this time she had died alone, giving birth to the thing that killed her.
Only this time there was no demon that was willing to trade his soul away for her to come back to life.
Dean isn't sure how long he stays like that, stays in the same position just holding onto his little sisters body. This was the only thing that mattered, nothing else did. It was his sister, the only piece he that he knew and could always count on, the only family that he had leaned against and had raised for so long.
And she had died on a dirty cabin floor, alone, in the worst pain possible, because of a nephilim.
And he hadn't been able to do a single thing to stop it from happening, from stopping any of it.
He failed. He completely and utterly failed at being Sams brother, at being her confident, at just being there for her. He failed and he wasn't sure if he was ever going to be able to make it up to her.
From the corner of his eye he could see it standing up on shaking legs, wrapping its arms around itself as the cabin shook from the wind outside.
A part of his mind tried to reconcile everything, tried to put the pieces together and make him move, make him do something.
That thing, that nephilim, that killed his sister...was hers. It was her son that she had given birth to. It was her son that had been forced onto her.
It was his nephew.
But holding onto his sister's dead body? Looking up to see the nephilim staring at both of them? Seeing its golden grace staring at him with Lucifer's eyes?
All he could see was his sister's killer.
"So Dean, tell me. Did he tell me the truth?"
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Just as a note, this chapter is not meant as Dean hate in anyway. This story is not meant as Dean hate in anyway. Dean without his sibling, be that female or male Sam, is always a wildfire that doesn't give a damn about anything other than getting them back.