Short Supernatural Stories

Sammy's still stuck in hell

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not sure what im writing about here, (stupid writers block) but we'll see what happend.

I'm sorry,  really.......

you will figure out who's point of view it is soon :)

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Dean was still studying,  like he has been doing for the last week. He tried to have a normal life, like he promised Sam,  but everything kept leading him back to this.

He wasn't eating, wasn't sleeping, he wasn't even drinking.  He was slowly disintegrating, knocking on deaths door once again and I had been trying to help, im trying to help dean be happy, but without his brother, Dean is the saddest he has ever been.

I watched over him as he once again wondered around the house,  I begged him to eat something, drink something, sleep, anything but he wouldn't.

His eyes were lifeless, empty and blank. Eyes that seemed to beg for help, beg for forgiveness and were full of worry. The only thing that could be seen was the sadness in his eyes.

It was as if his aura had suddenly turned grey and was like a mist that wouldn't rise. A state of depression that he couldn't see hemself through.

The terrible weight on his shoulder just got a whole lot heavier, and a giant whole was punched through his heart.

He knew that he should have cried, should have shed a tear, but Dean was too numb to feel anything.

That one night he finally slept, but very little. He woke up from nightmare of seeing his brother die in front of his eyes, torn up and bloody. His screams made me shiver as he woke from the horrific dreams.

That's when I finally decided I needed to do something, I had to find a way to make him smile, so he wasent just waiting for death and inviting him in.

After weeks of watching over him, I finally dropped down to say hello, and try to help a little.

It was night,  so his room was dark and shadows filled every corner, but I knew he was having another nightmare.

"Dean?" I said quietly, as he almost jump out of his skin.

"Cas? w-what are you doing here?" Deans voice trembled slighty.

"Iv been watching over you Dean, and I need to help."

"Help?" Dean chucked,  "how can you help?" He looked at Cas with those lifeless eyes.

"I dont know, I'll stay a while maybe, go run a case togther, or just chat? its up to you really" Cas looked at Dean with a saddened expression. He didnt know what to do to help his best friend.

"Unless you can bring Sammy back..." Dean said, anger and sadness filled his voice.

It went silent, I knew of a way to bring him back, but if I did, not only would it hurt me, it may also leave some affect on Sam, and Im not sure if I should risk it.

"There is a way isn't there!" Dean yelled.

I nodded.

"Its, complicated" I said, looking away from him, trying not to make eye contact.

"Cas, I know it's probably hard, and shouldn't be done, b-but," Dean let a tear fall down his cheek, "god dammit he's my brother Cas, and I cant let him down, not again. Not after everything we've been through." Dean was finally leting it out.

Tears streamed down his face like waterfall. Sobs raked his body, nobody should be able to cry that hard. He didnt even cry like this when his dad died. His brother meant everything to him so, I guess the next thing to do is get him back. No matter what it took.

"I'll do it" I finally said, "I'll bring Sam back Dean"

"Seriously? you'll risk you life for him?" Dean sounded suprised.

"If it will make you happy again, yes" Suddenly Dean hugged me, it was long and awkward since I'm not use to actual human interaction at all. But I felt him smile through the tears, smile through the sadness.

And finally, when I looked into his eyes, the life had been restored and were a beautifil bright green again.

"Thanks Cas" Dean said quietly.

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What do ya think? 

Good, Bad, Horrible, an emotional trauma?

if you want a second part to this, tell me in the comments, I might just make another :) or maybe even a whole proper story...not sure yet.

Anyway tell me what you think :)

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