So I was up at the cottage and all I could think about was this story. I had another ending running along in my brain so I thought I'd post it and see what you all thought of it. Once again I own nothing but my character who shall remain nameless for now. I've decided not to put everything into this version but just leave it how I meant it. Dean's already been saved from hell and Sam's locked in the cage.

She tries her best to shelter him, to cover him, but she can't stop them anymore then she can get Sam out of the cage. She holds him after Michael and Lucifer get bored with him, rocks him to bed and soothes back his hair. Cas is there months later, sneaking in when Michael and Lucifer are turned and she pushes Sam to him, "take him" she mouths but something goes horribly wrong.

Most of Sam is gone but he's still here, with her, his soul broken and red raw and she does her best to look after him. He's so far gone that he sits and rocks, he doesn't even scream anymore, she does it enough for both of them. She knows Dean must've figured it out, Sam's out but his soul is still stuck here, with her, she wraps around him carefully, holding onto him like a piece of china. He may very well shatter. She takes the blunt from both of them, not letting them nearer to his soul then she has to. There are times when she cant stop screaming, those are the days when both Michael and Lucifer use her, ripping apart her soft flesh.

When Death comes for Sam, she wants to cry.

All she wants is for Sam to leave and forget, to never remember the pain of the cage, to never remember hell or her. Death's smile is sad, old wise eyes look upon her as she pleads with him. Help Sam, take him, protect him, please, please don't let him remember his time here, let him forget it all. Death just looks at her with old eyes, reaching for Sam. It takes her a moment, whispering into his hair she promises him that everything will be alright, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead she lets Death have him. All the while Sam is reaching for her, tears rolling down his cheeks, she cant help but remember the chubby faced boy who looked up at her with such hope, such gentleness, eyes filled with dreams.

She holds onto her memories of Sam, the little boy who was more than blood, the little boy who would sit next to her on the old motel sofas and dig into a bucket of popcorn with her. She holds onto Dean, the man she's always loved, her moss eyed lover who cried for her, who made her laugh. She remembers John, her first time shooting a gun, the proud, almost fatherly glint in his eye as she hit her targets perfectly each time. She holds onto these precious memories, onto anything she can and she feels almost guilty. Dean, Sam, John, they shouldn't be here, even if they're only a memory.

They take turns on her, harder and worse then before. Sometimes its just one, other times its the two of them. They use her and tear her apart, ripping at her soul, playing head games, sometimes it's Dean cutting into her, with eyes so black that it makes her ache. They even let Adam use her, encouraging him to get as mean, as cruel as he can and he does. She's long since forgotten her own name, she doesn't remember why or how she ended up down here but she holds onto green eyes that smile.

Dean POV

Metatron is gone. Abbadon's dead. Sam's dead, lying in a pool of his own blood, face streaked with dirt. Despite the blood, gore and absolute carnage around them, Sam looks peaceful. Dean's bleeding from just about every part of his body, his hand grasps Sammy's jacket and he's so damn tired. After fighting everything, losing everything he just wants to rest, just wants to kick back with a cold one and Sam, see everyone he misses. In his final moments on this great blue marble he remembers teasing chocolate eyes, a smile so bright and wide you could've lived without the sun. He remembers the touch of his mother, the rare laugh of his father, Sammy's voice and dark eyes set in pale skin.

Sammy's waiting for him at the finish line, waiting for him just outside the golden kingdom. He cant find his voice, Sam's whole and so is he and that's good enough for him. Standing there is Bobby, Mom, Dad, Jo, Ellen, Jessica, Pamela, Ash, everyone he's ever loved and lost. He's so caught up in his parents, in Jo and Ellen that he almost doesn't realize that chocolate eyes aren't looking at him. That there's no soft touch on his arm, no voice like a blues singer welcoming him home, she's not here.

Mary knows, knows before he even asks. They haven't found her, they've searched everywhere but she's not here. It confuses Dean, if anyone ever deserved to be here it would be her. No one has any answers, no one can explain to him why she's not her, why she's not on heaven's welcoming committee. He wonders aimlessly through heaven, winding up in a garden that seems o so familiar. Joshua, the old angel, is the only one there. He's somber and sullen, his words are soft as he tells Dean of Adam, their little brother still locked in the cage. There's something else in the old angels eyes but he doesn't say and Dean doesn't ask. Dean feels obligated, Adam, their little brother is still in the cage and if Sam is any indication then Adam's having it tens times worse. Sam volunteers, so does Dad. They owe him that much.

Cas and a garrison of angels lead them down, past the hellfire and screams of the damned and the lost, past souls on the rack, begging and pleading for forgiveness to a dark hidden cave. Dean can hear screams, loud and unforgiving; they make his toes curl and his hair stand on end. They slip through a crack, silent and quiet but the sight that greets them is something that makes his blood boil, makes his heart break. There's Adam, black eyes and mutilated face peeling the skin off a young woman. Lucifer urges him on while Michael looks bored, picking his nails with what looks like a charred bone.

The grip on his angel blade tight, he moves with fluidity, Michael is the first to go, the angel that was supposed to save them all. Lucifer charges and he doesn't hesitate, the King of hell and damnation is gone, there is no true devil. Adam looks at him, vacant black eyes stare into green and Dean chokes back the bile, they let his happen to him.

"Dean...De...plea-"

The voice, broken and strained, his name. Before Adam can make a move he's thrown his blade, killing the little brother he never really knew. Dean's almost to scared to move forward, because deep down he knows who his brother was tearing apart, chocolate eyes stare up at him, he cries for help, for Sam, for Dad. The ropes are tight and he cant maneuver her without hurting her, but once she's free he cradles her to him, murmured "I'm sorry", "I love you: escape his lips and he doesn't care that everyone can hear him.

She's not supposed to be down here, not supposed to be hurting. She's supposed to have her little heaven, she was supposed to be up there warm and soft. She manages a smile before she's gone, a bright light and he's holding nothing. They have to leave but he doesn't care, doesn't feel Dad grab him, push him past all the damned, the rotting smell of flesh.

They return home, unvictorous, like gladiators but they're empty handed. Mum, Jess, Ellen, Jo part, smiling behind them is her. Her hairs down, curls framing her face, she's wearing his favorite white dress, the one that always makes him forget what he's about to say. Her smiles wide and her eyes shine with tears but she looks so happy, so beautiful. He catches her when she runs into him, just holding her, kissing every inch of her he can get to. He's missed her, missed being loved unconditionally, missed giving someone everything he has, even though all he has are scars, enemies and the Impala.

She's here, real and warm, in his arms and he never wants to let her go. Their family is surrounding them, their heaven is beautiful, winding roads, clear skies and the impala. They drive into forever, holding hands and laughing, there is no need for forgiveness or explanations, there's just them.

Him and Her.

Moss & Chocolate.