Dean and I were on a hunting trip. It was a demon. This demon knew Dean, they were "friends" in hell. His name was Azazel. Azazel was turning family's against each other. It was like a game of hunger games, but the twist of this game was that Azazel would kill the winner the game.
"This is my fight Sammy." Dean told me, trying to get to go back to Bobby's place. Of course, I didn't listen.
"Sammy, you don't know what we are up against. You have to go back to Bobby's." He said, I just rolled my eyes and continued to not listen.
Then Dean decided just to give up, because I was never going to leave him to die.
The whole drive was all a blur. I wish I could've done something to change the past and maybe, just maybe Dean would still be alive. But I can't change it now, he's dead and there's no going back. It's all my fault, I could've saved him but I was weak, I was scared, I was fucking stupid choosing the job over him. I should've stayed with him. Shit now I'm crying. Well back to the story.
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The Past is Forgotten
FanfictionDean Winchester dies and Sam Winchester tries to relive what happened and what he could've done to change things or maybe save dean's life
