I felt like you guys needed an ending to this shit show.

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Time was running out. Time IS running out. Thoughts running a million miles through Sam Winchester's mind as he stood in a field, covered in blood. No memory of anything. No idea what time it was, or what day it was. All he could remember was their last hunt and coming home with Gabriel before nothing

He attempted to stand up, his legs feeling wobblier and more unsteady than in reality they were. Now on his feet he could feel the blood in his veins, not human. Demon.

"Ah Sammy, you're up" a bone chillingly familiar voice chirped, he spun to see Satan himself standing in front of him.

"What did you do?!" Sam barked in horror, Lucifer just chuckled as if he told a joke.

"Not what did I do, what did you do Sammy boy. But i mean, you've seen it happen quite a lot actually. Those little visions" The brunet's eyes widened in horror.

"N-No, You're a liar. Liar!" He screamed at the devil, feeling his chest tighten and squeeze at the mere thought.

"How 'bout i show you" He had no choice because within an instant, he was in the bunker and trapped in his body.

"Baby, are you okay? You've been off all day" Gabriel appeared from around the corner, draped in a sheet. Sam just begged and pleaded in his mind to stop as he knew what would come. Gabriel kept moving forward, unknowing to his soon permanent departure. He tried to close his eyes at the scene.

Once Gabriel was close enough, Sam flew out of the chair and on top of the archangel. He pinned the blond's hands above his head, eyes growing a darker colour at the thought of what would happen.

"Sam Get off! Help! Dean C-" His words were cut by a piercing scream as Sam's teeth clenched onto his neck, biting until the flesh separated and dark thick blood oozed from the wound. Sam didn't stop, drinking the liquid that came out before making more marks as Gabriel let out more screams. He couldn't move the moose off of him and he was growing stronger with every drop of archangel blood. Sam's actions grew more aggressive as  he started tearing the bits off on the angel's vessel with not only his mouth but his nails. When he finally tore open the angel's stomach, a blinding golden light spewed out of each mark made, the angel was dead.

Everything turned to black.

"H-how did i become that?" Sam asked as tears freely flowed down his cheeks.

"Well ya see Sammy, I was giving some of my blood to you. How? Every time you dreamed was when i could get to you. Finally you had enough" A sob wracked his body before light poured back into his mental room.

He was sat curled in his bed.

"Help! Help! Help!" his movements were smooth and automated, Sam had no choice but take the backseat as he watched the world fall down around him. One loved one at a time.

He walked into that room and saw the once life filled golden eyes of his soulmate stare at him with a dead stare.

"Sam" He heard his older brother say to him, he turned and saw his everything. He just wished it could all be over"Sam you're a monster. You're past saving" Dean growled.  Dean truly thought that his brother was a monster, and for the first time, he fully agreed. He was a monster, a creature who could never be loved. 

He knew this part all to well, Dean walked over with a blade in hand before doing his best to kill his baby brother. Swinging and thrusting it but Sam dodged or countered each time. Sam kicked Dean away. He raised his hand and threw him into a wall. 

He'd fully pinned his brother to the far wall

"Sammy" Dean choked. Sam twisted his hand and blood began to run from his eyes, nose and mouth. Dean began to splutter and choke on his own blood and intestines. He yelled and wailed. Dean's body went limp.

"Sam" He heard Cas say from behind him. Sam turned around to see Cas holding his angel blade. "Don't move" He warned obvious that after everything he'd done, Cas didn't want to do it. Sam walked forward and Cas plunged the blade into Sam. Sam could feel it inside him, it didn't hurt. Sam placed his hand on Cas' forehead. Cas flashed white before dropping onto the floor. Sam began to pant, he couldn't breathe. he'd killed them.

"Sammy" Sam turned to his mother who was standing in the middle of the map room. Sam walked towards her. "No, Sam, Stop!" She begged and pleaded. Sam raised his hand and twisted his wrist 180 degrees, breaking her neck.

Sam dropped to his knees, it was over. They'd lost. He'd lost.

"Kill me or i will" Lucifer's ears pricked up.

"What?" He asked in almost disbelief.

"I Said." He pulled himself off the floor, retrieving his gun out of it's holster "Kill me, or i will myself" A wicked smile spread across his face.

"My pleasure" He purred, pulling the gun from the Winchester's grip. He took his time, counting the bullets and actually preparing. Just to bask in the glory of a Winchester wanting to die by his own hands. He was going to enjoy it. He readied to gun to the younger Winchester's forehead.

"Do me one more favour Lucifer. Go to Hell"

BANG

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That's all folks. i just thought i should really end this train wreak of a book. If you have any questions just say Yo and yes i made it a dramatic ending just to finish this so i didn't have the guilt of this unfinished book clawing away at me.