Author's Notes: Just a snippet. Just wouldn't go away. Don't own the character just thought it seemed like something they'd do.
This wasn't happening. It couldn't be: this had to be nightmare that Dean Winchester couldn't wake himself from. Raising his head from the table his eyes glided over the half full tequila bottle, the bottle of Sam's, his little brother, sleeping pills, the .44 that had been the first gun that had ever not been there for them, and finally… finally his eyes rested on the picture of his other half laying dead on the ground.
This wasn't a nightmare, it was reality, Dean's reality, he was alone, his mother was gone, his father was gone, and now his little brother. Sam had given his life for Dean's. Laying his head back on the table he thought of the last two years. With a jerk Dean shot up: no this wasn't happening they didn't get to leave him alone. The Jen, it had given Dean everything he'd ever wanted, he'd go back, he'd see his…
"Dean?" a soft female voice whispered in the room. Turning he saw her, Sarah, the girl who had made Sam feel again, made Sam take a chance on his heart. "Sarah." Dean breathed. She had come two days ago, the minute Dean had called her and told her about Sam's death.
Beautiful, that was what Sam had called Sarah, the most enchanting thing he'd seen in his life. They had ended up staying three weeks with Sarah before moving on to the next hunt. Dean had watched Sam's heart nearly break from the pain of leaving and for the second time in a year Dean regretted pulling Sam back into this life.
"Rough night?" Sarah asked picking up the tequila and looking at the .44 that had last been in Sam's hand. "Could say that." Dean admitted not wanting to admit what he had been thinking. "You can't go Dean." Sarah said quietly. "You can't go after him, he wouldn't want you to. He'd tell you to stay here. Beg you even. But if you need to hear the words, please Dean, don't leave. Please don't make me do this on my own. I'm too scared as it is. That, thing, wanted him and…" Sarah said her eyes welling with tears.
Dean felt like a cad. He'd actually thought about making this poor thing fight on her own. Sarah was strong but not this strong. Pulling Sarah in to his arms he whispered, "You're not alone swear it. You won't fight this alone." Dean looked over Sarah's shoulder where in a crib his nephew, Jonathan Samuel Dean Winchester played quietly. "Neither of you will Johnny."