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Synopsis: Season 5 drabble. Visions and decisions.

Choice

Dean took Sam's hands away from his face, blood already dripping from his little brother's face. Sam rocked back and forth manically, a desperate wail ripping his throat and Dean cursed the visions that plagued his brother's mind.

"Sam, Sammy it's okay. It's gonna be okay"

"No…"moaned "no, you didn't see. Dean Dean, what we're gonna become. What we're gonna bring…"

"It doesn't matter. None of it matters."

Sam collapses against him, exhausted and bloody and glazed.

"It's all gonna burn."

"It doesn't matter." Dean barely glances up at Castiel who has been watching the scene unfold. He saw no surprise in the angel's face at Dean's answer, no righteous anger as he may have a year ago. In fact, he thought he saw understanding in those blue eyes.

The world had fucked with the brothers for too long, pushed them too far. Because even a foot away from each other was too far. And now it came down to a choice, because no matter what was said, it was their choice. Their choice to follow Heaven's plan or Hell's design.

Or each other. Dean could follow his broken little brother's winding path through blood and fire, grab hold of him, and lead them both out to something…anything else.

Not green fields and blue skies, not for them, not anymore. But at least together. And faced with the choice between fluffy clouds alone and a desolate hellscape with Sam…,

Dean's answer had never changed.

"I don't care. I'll help you Sammy. If it saves you, saves us, I'll help you tear it down. You're all that matters"

"Dean, Dean, Dean, love you…it's all gone away"

"Not me Sammy. I'm still right here. I'll tear it all away for you." He nuzzled into his siblings hair. "We'll break open the world little brother"