Inside the Mind

Title: From Dusk to Dawn
Author: serenitychaos
Genre: Drama, Angst
Characters: Sam, Dean, Bobby, Ruby/Lilith
Rating: 14A (it has gore)
Summary: Alt. Ending for the Season 3 finale of Supernatural
Word Count: 1,231
Spoilers: 3.16 No Rest For The Wicked
Warnings: Character Death
Notes: An alternate ending I wrote of the season finale of Supernatural for my friend Allie because it made us so depressed. This story don’t look like much but it’s something.

Disclaimer: The brothers are not mine despite my many attempts to steal them from Mr.Kripke. Damn security. I am now taking applications for my heist to steal them.

 

 

 

Ruby wasn’t Ruby – not anymore. Lilith had taken control and she had flung both brothers apart, using her powers to pin them down and keep them from moving.

“So is this your big plan huh? Drag me to hell. Kill Sam and then what? Become Queen Bitch?” Dean spoke his words bitterly. Defiant to the end.

“I don’t have to answer to puppy chow.” Lilith grinned as she opened the door, removing the gopher dust. “Sick him boy.”

The hellhound rushed in, growling, lusting for flesh. It jumped on Dean immediately, tearing at him with their claws. He cried out in pain.

“No!” Sam struggled in horror but Lilith kept him pinned, enjoying ever last bit of his torment. “No stop it! Dean!”

It had Dean on the ground now, swipe after swipe tearing away at his skin. His screams went unnoticed by the hellhound who just bit harder. His body burned with pain, he shivered with it but it didn’t lessen

Sam was pleading, begging for Lilith to stop. “NO!”

Dean stopped screaming, tears were rolling down his battered face. Blood was pouring out the wounds, pooling around him, smearing across the floor

The hellhound didn’t stop. Nothing could stop it. Instead Dean felt everything begin to cloud – as if he were floating. His mind felt as if it was no longer attached to his body. He stopped feeling the claws, the pain, everything.

He could faintly hear Sam’s voice in the distance. Calling his name, asking it to stop but it didn’t. Dean tried to call out to Sam, tell him everything was going to be okay, but he couldn’t talk, couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything. Then, there was a light, shining in the room, piercing though mist of Dean’s mind, beckoning a way as if to lead him to heaven, and then, there was nothing but the darkness.

When the blinding light cleared Sam was huddled in the corner, waiting for his impending doom but it didn’t come. He looked up at Lilith. Fear and confusion was written all over her face, her hand still outstretched from the power it had released. She lowered it slowly staring at Sam in shock.

Sam rose from floor, towering over her.

“Back.” Lilith thrust out her hand fearfully, as if to release another blast. “I said back!”

Nothing happened as Sam angrily picked up the blade from the ground. “I don’t think so.” He raised it up high to stab her. She wasn’t getting away this time.

Lilith then did the only thing she could, she escaped. Releasing herself from Ruby’s body in a loud scream, the demon disappeared through the roof in a cloud of black smoke, Ruby’s body hitting the floor in a heap.

Sam lowered the knife, his gaze going from Ruby’s body to Dean’s. The tears started to slip as he made his way over. He stood over Dean, not believing that it was true. Dean’s  dark green eyes were wide open, fearful, and lifeless.

“No,” he sobbed. “No. Dean.”

Sam held Dean in his arms. He held him as if nothing could tear them apart. He lowered his head over the body, the tears cascading down his face onto the blood soaked body. They had tried so hard – too hard for it to end this way. 

 “Dean,” he tried again, shaking the lifeless body a little this time. “You can’t die. Who’s going to take care of me? Come on Dean.”

The hurt and turmoil Sam Winchester had been dealing with for years came tumbling out. He couldn’t stop the tears. First his Dad and now Dean. Pulling the body closer, Sam clenched his teeth. Lilith. That damn demon bitch had done this. Taken away everything.

Sam felt a surge run through his body. At first he thought it was the anger but when another passed through he stood up in fear, looking around the room wildly, afraid that Lilith had come back. But it was just him and the two bodies.

Another surge came, stronger than the last, heading through his body all the way to his head. Sam was hit with flashes of images. Gripping his head, he stumbled around the room, grimacing in pain.

A knife-like pain slashed into him and he cried out pain. Something was wrong, something was happening to him. Another slash, another cry of pain, then the whole room was lit up with a blazing light stronger than the one from Lilith. Then Sam collapsed to the floor in a daze.

He awoke to Bobby shaking him.

“Sam. Get up. Sam!”

He rolled over, staring up at Bobby, expecting this to all be a bad dream, but no. Dean still lay there, lifeless, and the room still reeked of the sulfur left behind by the demons.

Bobby was looking at him, obviously worried. “You okay?”

“Yea, but Dean…” Sam choked on the next few words, the tears returning.

“I know Sam, I know.” Bobby tried to reassure Sam by patting him on the back. He helped Sam up from the floor, guiding him to the couch. “I’ve got the house protected with salt. They won’t be coming in anytime soon and you need to lie down.”

Sam swallowed tears before he spoke. “But we can’t leave Dean. He’s dead Bobby. He’s dead because of me.”

“Hey look at me.” Bobby turned Sam around so he was facing him. “What Dean did, he did for you. To save you. Now don’t go throwing that away because… ”

“Sam.”

At first Sam thought he was imagining it. That his mind was playing tricks on him when he heard it again.

“Sam.”

He turned towards the room where Dean’s body lay, completely ignoring Bobby. That’s when he saw it. Dean was flinching, moving.

“DEAN!” He ran for all he was worth until he was at Dean’s side again. Those pale green eyes, so deathly still before now shone with life.

“Sam.” Dean’s lips whispered. He was still covered in gashes and blood, but he was alive.

“Oh my god Dean you’re alive. You’re alive.”

Dean coughed, sputtering up a bit of blood before he spoke. “Yea, I am Sammy. But it sure doesn’t feel like it.”

“You’re going to be okay Dean. You’re going to be okay. Bobby?”

Bobby stood over the pair, gaping. He then nodded, pulling out a cell phone. “I’ll call an ambulance.”

Dean coughed again, his head lobbing to the side. “Where’s the Queen Bitch?”

Sam smiled at Dean’s attempt at humour. “Gone.”

“Scared her off? That’s my boy Sammy.” He breathed in deeply, closing his eyes. “I saw it Sam. I saw hell.”

“That doesn’t matter now. Cause you’re not going back.”

Dean’s eyes were closed, his breathing getting deeper, as if he were about to fall asleep. “Sam.”

“Yea Dean?”

“I love you man.”

Sam smiled softly. “Whatever happened to no chick flick moments?”

Dean grinned, his eyes still closed. “I think we’re beyond that now.”

Sirens cut through the night, coming closer by the second.

Sam looked down at his brother in his arms. He brought him closer afraid that if he let go, Dean would be lost again. A ray of sunshine made its way over the horizon and into the house. Morning had arrived.

“I love you too Dean.” Screeches outside the house warned them of the ambulances arrival. “I love you too.”

 

 

The End