AN: Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! So sorry for the delay! I had a sinus headache last night and it made me pretty dizzy. So yeah...I sowwy! Anyways. I forgot to mention that this fic is kinda short, it's actually almost over. I did have it long when I outlined it, but I shortened it because it worked better when I did. Speaking of outlining, I did a little outlining for a fic in which the boys are not related, but Dean adopts Sam. Dean is a wolf and all alone, he find an abandoned baby Sam and raises him as his own son. It's looking pretty nice! Not sure if I'll post though. The one with Sam in Wonderland will be. But I got other fics to do first. So much writing, so little time. I've also begun my next set of books. Yay! But if you haven't read any of my other titles, you better go do it! Pwease? Support your Empress and you'll be rewarded with lots of hurt/sick/limp Sam and Mama/daddy bear Dean! All my books so far are listed on my profile with instructions on how to find them. If you do read them, let me know what you think about them! Alright, enough of my chit chat! When we left off, Sammy revealed he is in fact dead! Nooooooooooo! Sammy!

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Goodbye Brother, I'll See You Later

The silence was pretty eerie. Too eerie. That wasn't even the right word, it was down right scary. But what Sam said. How was it possible? It couldn't be possible, could it? Sam couldn't be dead if he was standing right there in front of them. It just wasn't possible! Plus if he was dead, wouldn't Sam be more transparent and flowy? Wouldn't he be angry with everyone for basically abandoning him? Why wasn't he angry? Why was he lying? This had to be a joke, all a bad joke! Or some bad drunken dream of some kind. Yeah that's it. This was all a drunken dream. They all got drunk and are dreaming the same thing. They all stared at Sam hoping he'd yell 'gotcha' and laughed. Dean and the others hoped this was all a prank. But Sam didn't move or say anything.

"I'm dead Dean." Sam repeated sadly, thinking Dean didn't hear right the first time.

"What-?! No. You can't be! You're right here!" Dean argued.

"Dean, remember Molly?" Sam asked.

"Molly? Like haunted highway Molly?" Dean asked.

"Yeah that Molly. We thought she was still alive, until we talked to her husband. Dean, I am dead." Sam said tearfully.

"No. Nononononononono! No you're not!" Dean denied.

"He is dead Dean. I should know, I'm Death after all." Death said.

"You're lying." Dean snapped angrily.

"Dean stop!" Sam shouted.

"Sammy-" Dean started.

"When I to salt and burn Lucifer's body, there was an explosion. I got caught in it, and I didn't make it." Sam said.

Dean shook his head and paced. Sam couldn't be dead, he couldn't! He'd know it! But then again, with everything that happened to them in the last few years, he and Sam had been out of sync. His radar for Sammy hadn't been working like it should've been. Instead it shut down with him. He hadn't been the best brother since his return from hell, but he couldn't fault Sammy for that. Hell changed him a bit and that change wasn't an ounce of good. He wanted to fix things with his brother but now, his Sammy was gone. It was too late. He was too late. Sam had redeemed himself in every way possible, but it had cost him his life in the end.

"Sammy.." Dean whispered tearfully.

"I know Dean. It's okay. I'll be okay." Sam tried to assure his brother.

Sam was near bowled over by Dean when his older hugged him. Sam felt Dean's arms tighten around him and heard the heart breaking sobs. Sam broke down right there with him. Dean was whispering apologies and pleading Sam for forgiveness. Sam was whispering to Dean that had already forgiven and that he loved him. Bobby joined the hug pleading Sam to stay. Even Cas was shedding a tears. He had come to know Sam and considered him a valued friend.

"Samuel. It's time to get going now." Death said softly, hating to break up the family.

Sam nodded. He reluctantly let go of his family, and stood in front of Death.

"Wait! Sammy, your body-" Dean started.

"My body's gone Dean. It burned up in the explosion." Sam said.

"Okay." Dean whispered. "Goodbye baby brother."

"Goodbye big brother." Sam choked out.

Then Sam and Death disappeared. It was silent for a moment, then Dean let out a howl of pain, and then dropped to his knees wailing and crying for his baby. But Sammy wasn't coming back.

A Few Weeks Later

Castiel was back in Heaven doing something Heavenly, they guessed. Bobby was granted the ability to walk again and was in the house researching a hunt for another hunter. He and Dean hadn't hunted since they learned that Sam died and let Death take him away from them. Dean hadn't wanted to hunt, so instead he works on cars with Bobby. Castiel pops in every now and again to make sure they were alright, and such, but they knew the angel was grieving as well and craved comfort from his friends.

Dean was giving the Impala a tune up when he heard something coming from the front seat of his car. He went to see what it was and gasped. He rubbed his eyes and blinked. He looked in the front seat again and couldn't believe his eyes. He pinched himself, praying that this wasn't a dream or some whacked out nightmare.

"S Sammy?"

Sammy nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! But wait, it might be Sammy. After all, it's a temporary death fic, so...

Until Next Time! *Has a random conversation with my new characters from my next set of books*