Dean stared into Sam's big brown-green eyes as he told him he needed to start thinking about finding a way to break the deal he made. Deep within those red-rimmed, swollen depths was a plea for him to worry about the future. About himself. He swallowed back the bark of laughter, the flood of bitterness, the smart-ass response, and the deluge of other crap forming a stink-hole in his belly before it could burst from his mouth like a demon being expunged from its meatsuit.
He turned to walk into the bathroom without saying a word. He couldn't stand looking into Sam's eyes and seeing the pain he was causing him. It killed him to see those puppy-dog eyes swimming with such hurt. There was just nothing he could about it. There was no unscrewing the pooch.
Not this time.
There was no loophole that was gonna change his fate. His future became set in stone the moment Dad placed Sammy in his arms, told him to get him outside, and not look back. Dean Winchester didn't have a future.
He had a purpose.
It was to make sure his brother survived at any and all cost.
And that was what he had done.
Worry about my future? he thought as he looked in the mirror. Saw Sam's eyes reflected back at him amidst a sea of fire and brimstone. Why should I?
The future was here.
A/N: Hello, all! Hope the week has been good to you!
This is tagged to no one particular episode but is set in season 3.