~Hey everyone! I'm so ridiculously sorry that this took me sooo long to get out. TBH I was reading a really good captain america fic, and in the middle of the story the author dropped off and hadn't written in a year so i was like "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME SlkefJWOiE" I realized i was doing the same to you guys, so I"M SORRY I love you all~~~

Chapter 6

Ironic

In a lonely hotel room, the two brothers were leaning on each other. However, with a closer look, it was apparent that the older of the two was completely limp; slumping against a white wall, now stained a dark crimson.

"Dean…" Sam choked out his brother's name with a heavy sob. The younger of the two was leaning against Dean, tear-soaked cheeks buried in his chest. Dean's pale face leaned entirely atop of Sam's, giving a morbid lifelessness to the embrace.

Dean had been in trouble plenty of times, but this was different, and Sam knew it. This time it was Sam's fault. Entirely his fault. Dean was dying - was probably dead already. After all they had been through, all Dean had endured for his sake; Sam's invincible big brother… was gone. Sam couldn't bring his mind to accept it, he couldn't. His mind literally could not wrap around what had happened, and if it ever did, his sanity would likely be in question. There was nothing, absolutely nothing that could describe the aching pain that filled him. The crushing emptiness. The nothingness.

Sam's hand was on Dean's upper arm, squeezing it, willing his brother to jump up and reveal it was all an elaborate prank.

This was not supposed to happen. Didn't Sam say just a few moments ago that he was not going to let his brother die? That was Sam's very last promise to his brother, and he broke it.

How fitting.

It was ironic - ironic that the person Dean spent his entire life protecting would be the very same person that would end his own. "Ironic" wasn't even a big enough word.

Sam slid his hand up Dean's arm as he tried to get a tighter grasp on his brother and froze. His fingers had brushed over something bumpy, was that-?

Sam quickly sat up, softly lowering Dean's chin to keep it from falling completely forward. He used his fingers and felt for the outline on his brother's arm.

A hand-print.

A hand-print was tucked under all those layer of clothes and Sam had almost completely forgotten. He placed his shaky hand where he had seen the scar only a few times before. Suddenly a huge wave of hope hit Sam.

Weren't they the brothers that killed monsters, fought demons, and talked to Angels? Weren't they the two that did the impossible time and time again? Dean was the man that had gone to hell and back. When had they ever been stopped before?

A flame of hope - Sam's very last spark engulfed him as he yelled skyward, hair in his eyes.

"CASTIEL! PLEASE! If you can hear me we need you! We need your help! Castiel! Please come! Dean's… he's…" Sam couldn't formulate the words but yelled and prayed to the angel with all his might.

"Castiel! Please, if you can here me.. Dean needs you.. he needs you…"

Nothing.

Sam couldn't control himself as he burst into fresh wave of misery. His prayers had fallen on deaf ears. Dean was right, there was no such thing as angels, at least not in the way he had believed. Hand still on his brother's arm, Sam could feel the last bit of warmth leaving him. He had nothing.

"Sam?"

Sam's head whipped around as he jumped up to find the source of the voice. He was astounded to find the dark-haired, trench-coated man staring at him with bright worried eyes.

"Sam, you're bleed-" the angel cut himself off as he noticed Dean and quickly leaned down to evaluate the older brother.

"Sam, what happened?"

Castiel fixed Sam with a piercing look. Sam opened his mouth to answer but found he was having trouble actually formulating words. Suddenly his legs felt very unsteady. The angel gave him another worried look but it quickly hardened. Were those.. sirens? Castiel easily scooped Dean into his arms and turned to face Sam, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"We have to go."

The last thing Sam heard was sirens wailing in the distance.