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Saving People. Hunting Things... The Family Business

Three things that stuck in Sam's mind ever since Dean came to him that irony became the beginning of the end for both of them and how they both played into Azazel's plan, how they caused such massive rift between reality and fantasy, how the fragile trust hardened with every experience and how it easily broke with hidden truths and intricated spider webbed lies that nearly killed the both of them.

They promised that it would stop but they kidded themselves, they couldn't stop because they have different perspectives on the truth with one vehemently denying it and the other hiding it for protection.

It was antagonizing for both of them.

But now laid before him, lies the dead body of his brother and the angel who sacrificed even his own place in Heaven for two absolutely reckless brothers who failed to stop the enemy, he managed to get them out but that didn't stop how Dean and Cas were infected with the disease and slowly dying then came to the short breaths before they took their last breath. He had to stop the Impala at some sort of clearing to deny the fate which came to both his brother and best friend but the truth was staring at him in the face, bloody and torn.

He wanted to cry, he wanted to shout at anyone for this.

Everyone around him had the tendency to die either from direct contact or connection...

His Mom, Jesse, his Dad, Madison, Ava, Andy, Jake, Anna, Hannah, Gabriel, Crowley, Cas, Dean and so many more. For a long time, he thought he just had a long run of bad luck but no, his mind had stuck with the fact that he was just cursed.

"Sam..." He numbly looked up seeing the sorrowed look of Chuck Shurley who was also God. "Tell me... am I really that bad that everyone around me tends to die? So bad that I don't deserve just the simplest things in life, such family? Tell me, Chuck..." It hurts so bad, the cold sensation and the hot thrusting knife of anger and pent-up frustrations of his life that decided to mix in a nice bowl of fucked up shenanigans.

Chuck knew that Sam sacrificed a lot and tend to take less and give more. "No Sam... Fate and Destiny just have other plans for you." Clenching his fists hard that drew blood. "Plans? What fucking plans, Chuck?! Everyone around me is dead! The world is in chaos and it started the day I fucked things up by killing Lilith, by going away! I started this fucking mess! It's always me that fucks things up, never Dean or someone else, just me, the great fucked up mess that is called Sam fucking Winchester." It was painful seeing the soft-natured giant to loathe himself, to see himself as nothing more than scum.

To see himself as something so abominable that not even demons would dare step on his grave.

"If you had the choice, Sam... Would you fix all of it?" Chuck asked while Sam took a breather from his outbreak. "In a heartbeat, I would even kill my baby-self just so none of this would happen." He said numbly sinking to the ground where dirt and blood mixed from his wounds. "You would do that? You would kill yourself and cause grievance to your brother who's looking forward to having a sibling to watch over, to the Mother who nearly died on the table giving birth to her second and to the Father who risked going to Hell and back for his children, every choice we make has a corresponding action, Sam." He replied gravelly while Sam just covered his face with his bloodied and bruised hands.

"I don't know, Chuck, please tell me what I can do without evidently fucking things up?" Chuck put a hand on Sam's head then at the bodies at the backseat of the car.

"We can start by giving Dean and Castiel a proper hunter's funeral..."

It was painful.

Years ago he would've argued with any hunter that he would most likely choose to bury his brother than cremate him but now with the things that had happened, he just can't risk his brother and friend from rising up, it's time to give them the peace that they deserve and as Chuck handed him the lighter, he said goodbye to them and hoped that whatever Chuck was planning he didn't have to see anyone he loves dying all over again.

"Are you ready, Sam?" He asked the hunter, who just nodded. "I'm going to warn you, things will be different and remember that every choice you make will affect the future." No pressure. "If you have questions, you better ask it now." He added while Sam frowned a bit. "Will I remember everything that transpired?" He asked while Chuck sighed. "If you wish then I will make sure you do but Sam, remember that it's alright to live a little." Knowing if Sam pushes anyone away it would serve as a consequence so it's good to warn the guy that isolating himself or running away won't do him good.

"Can I ask a favor?" Knowing what the guy has been through, Chuck cut him some slack and nodded. "Can you transport every weapon, book, and artifact related to everything that happened here to a safe house that's warded from both angels and demons?" It was a big risk but knowing it's going to be for the greater good, he nodded. "To the Men of Letters bunker or another place?" Sam thought that the bunker would be a good choice but knowing how dangerous it could also be, the place itself is a liability.

"It's risky with the wards slightly off and the neighborhood..." He replied and Chuck sighed knowing full well what Abaddon did as well as the numerous body counts.

"There's a safe house that I have down in Tennessee, it's behind Cummins Falls... The water itself has been blessed thus no demons in their right minds would take a dip and it has protection wards on several stones and on the ground, finding it would be difficult with running water and avoiding suspicion from the public." Sam appreciated it and took a deep breath...

"Keep an open mind when you wake up and good luck, Sam."

Then everything was out like a light.