All Hell Breaks Loose
Requested by TheAngelofFate
Prompt: Can you write AU chapter about "All Hell Breaks Loose Part 1&2" where Dean dies and Sam makes the deal instead of Dean and then the Part 2 ending where your title for your story comes in? Please? :)
Arriving at the old, abandoned town where Bobby reckoned they'd find their mysterious vision bell, Sam and Bobby got out of the Impala and began to walk down the empty streets into the town.
"Dean!" Sam shouted as he look around. The buildings which would have looked glorious in their hay day were now nothing more than rotting wood with decades old paint peeling from them. "Dean!"
Looking around, Sam spotted his brother in the distance causing a smile to appear. Briefly checking him over from a distance, Sam concluded that he looked relatively unscathed. "Dean."
"Sam." Dean shouted back.
Suddenly, some kid dressed in camouflage came running up behind Dean out of nowhere.
"Dean, look out!" Sam screamed.
And that's when everything began to crumble. Watching as the kid in camouflage stabbed a knife into his little brother's back, causing him to moan loudly in pain, Sam screamed before he took off sprinting towards him. "No!"
"Guhh!" Dean cried out as the kid dragged the knife down Dean's back causing him to fall to his knees.
The kid ran off. Bobby went in pursuit of him.
Throwing away his gun, Sam slid down beside him, gathering his little brother up in his arms as he gently pulled him against his chest for support. "Dean..." Sam's tone was soft but plagued with fear as he placed his hands on Dean's shoulders. "De..."
Dean collapsed further, so that Sam was the only thing keeping him vertical as he sagged and leant against his brother, eyes barely open as he struggled to hold onto consciousness.
"Woah, woah, woah, Dean. Dean. Hey." Catching him in his arms, Sam adjusted his grip so that his hand was resting on Dean's back. "De...Come here, come here. Let's look at you." Something warm and sticky was coating Sam's hand. Moving it away caused him to gasp in terror. "No, no, no...De..."
Dean was still silent as Sam shrugged him away gently so that he could take a better look at him. Sam could see just how much pain his little brother was in as his head sagged heavily against his chest, too weak to support it any longer. "Hey, look." Softly taking a hold of Dean's shirt collar to try and hold him upright, Sam fought back tears that were threatening to fall. "Look at me."
Dean's head lolled about as Sam grabbed hold of his collar. He could see that his little brother's eyes were still open and were trying to find her, but just didn't have enough strength to hold the gaze for long enough.
"Look at me. It's not even that bad. It's not even that bad, alright?" Sam comforted. "De?" he called softly, becoming evermore desperate and hysterical as the seconds went on. "Dean!" he shouted. "Hey. Listen to me, we're gonna patch you up okay. You're gonna be as good as new." Sam nodded weakly, tears running down his cheeks. "Huh."
As Dean's head lolled once again, Sam struggled to watch as it did, knowing that his little brother literally slipped away in his arms. he felt sick just at the thought.
"I'm gonna take care of you. I'm gonna take care of you. I gotcha. That's my job, right? Look after my pain in the ass little brother." Sam's tone was getting weaker and weaker. "Dean?" Dean? Dean?" Please no! "De!" Sam shouted as he realised that Dean's eyes were now closed.
"No!" he cried out painfully, wrapping his arms tightly around his little brother. His head fell onto his shoulder. "No! No! No! No! No! No!" he begged. Tears were still streaming down his cheeks. "Oh god!" he buried his head into his shoulder.
"Dean!" Sam screamed, his voice echoing through the whole town.
Sat on an old, creaky wooden chair beside the bed. Sam looked across at his little brother lying dead upon it.
"You know, when we were little— and you couldn't been more than five— you just started asking questions." He paused. "Like how come we didn't have a mom? Why do we always have to move around? Where'd Dad go when he'd take off for days at a time? I remember I begged you, "Quit asking, De. Man, you don't want to know."" Sam paused once again, sniffling slightly. "I just wanted you to be a kid... Just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect you...Keep you safe...Dad didn't even have to tell me. It was just always my responsibility, you know? It's like I had one job...I had one job...And I screwed it up." His tone faltered through the pure emotion of grief and sadness. "I blew it. And for that, I'm sorry." Sam wiped away tears with the back of his hand. "I guess that's what I do. I let down the people I love. I let Dad down. And now I guess I'm just supposed to let you down, too. How can I? How am I supposed to live with that?" Sam whispered, crying now. "What am I supposed to do?...De..." His little brother's name was barely even audible. "God...What am I supposed to do?" He inhaled sharply. "WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!" Sam yelled, the chair rocking on it's legs as he did so.
Walking towards the Impala, Dean was following behind him at a slower pace.
Sam opened the door.
"You know, when Jake saw me... it was like he saw a ghost." Dean began.
Sam stopped and closed the door before walking over to stand next to his little brother.
Dean scoffed. "I mean, hell, you heard him, Sam. He said he killed me."
"Glad he was wrong." Sam responded.
"I don't think he was, Sam." Dean paused and looked at his older brother. "What happened? After I was stabbed?"
"I already told you." Sam answered.
"Not everything." Dean pushed.
"Dean, we just killed the demon. Can we celebrate for a minute?" Sam asked, trying to avoid the subject anyway possible.
"Did I die?" Dean finally asked.
"Oh, come on."
"Did you sell your soul for me, like Dad did for you?"
"Oh, come on! No!" Sam lied.
Dean continued to look at him. "Tell me the truth."
"Sam, tell me the truth."
"Dean..." Sam chuckled sadly.
"How long do you get?" Dean asked, voice breaking as he did so.
"One year." Sam answered.
Dean nodded, tears in his eyes.
"I got one year."
"You shouldn't've done that. How could you do that?" Dean asked.
"Don't get mad at me. Don't you do that. I had to. I had to look out for you. That's my job." Sam answered.
"And what do you think my job is?" Dean retorted.
"What?" Sam furrowed an eyebrow.
"You've saved my life over and over. I mean, you sacrifice everything for me. Don't you think I'd do the same for you? You're my big brother. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. And I don't care what it takes, I'm gonna get you out of this. Guess I gotta save your ass for a change."
"Yeah." Sam nodded.
"Well... Yellow-Eyed Demon might be dead. But a lot more got through that gate." Ellen stated as she walked over to them.
"How many you think?" Sam asked.
"Hundred. Maybe two hundred. It's an army. He's unleashed an army." Dean added.
"Hope to hell you boys are ready. 'Cause the war has just begun." Bobby stated.
"Well, then..." Sam smiled at his little brother before walking round to the trunk of the Impala and opened it. He threw the Colt inside. "...we got work to do." Sam slammed the trunk closed.