It's hunting season and Sam wants to kill a moose.

The tapping of shoe on pavement echoed once again, Dean feeling uneasy as he reached the top of the stairs.

This time, he wasn't hesitant when he came to the door. He swung it open rather harshly, a glare already set on his features as he was thrown into this situation again. The look was wiped off his face as his green orbs took in the sight before him. 

The broad figure before him spun as the door slammed open. Tears were spilling from the sunflower-like eyes Dean recognized all too well, long hair sticking to his face that was damp with sweat. The scenes from his death flashed through Dean's mind, and he did whatever he could to keep himself from crying out.

The gaze of the man that could only be Sam Winchester was scared and unrecognizing as he looked into the wide eyes of Dean. "W-what are you doing here?" asked younger yet taller of the two. 

It hurt Dean. It broke him in ways he couldn't understand, as he watched the boy he grew up with be unable to recognize him. He also let out a cry of his own, but managed not to for the sake of Sammy. Or... who appeared to be his Sammy.

"What-" Dean started, before taking a deep breath to even out his voice. "What are you doing up here? What the hell gives you the right to just throw everything you've worked for away?"

Sam stared at the strange man in front of him, not sure why he bothered to ask. He spoke anyway, though, not finding a reason that would suggest he shouldn't talk to this man. 

"I don't belong in this world. I've seen things, and done things, that make me hate myself each moment. I lose everything, so why should I make others suffer along with me?" Sam spoke quietly, wiping away the tears that had finally stopped flowing. 

Dean only stared for a moment. He knew Sam felt this way, hell, he knew all too well how Sam felt. It was.... It was his fault that his brother had to deal with this life. Why was Sam suffering, and not Dean?

"You- You think you don't belong?"

"That is what I said, isn't it?"

Dean blinked, before a glare made it's way into his featured again. "Really? Yo've come this far, dying how many times, and think you've been brought back for no reason whatsoever?"

When the older of the two didn't receive a response, he continued. "People care about you, don't they? They want to give you a reason to live, don't they? Let the people that care be your reason. You want to quit hunting? Fine. Just find something that makes you happy."

Sam gaped, next to no clue how this man knew anything about him, but let the blonde man continue, as his facial expression showed that this conversation wasn't over.

"What about your brother, huh?" Dean's voice cracked, but his eyes remained trained on those of who he saw as his brother. "You know him, he'll always come back for you, always be there for you. He would crawl into hell if he had to get to you again. Not even death will keep u-" He paused, realizing he was about to say 'us'. "keep you two apart, and you know that." 

The tears had started to flow freely down Sam's face again, but he was still frozen stiff as he listened to this man's words. Then, something in his mind shifted, and he was seeing Dean. Dean, his brother that always loved and supported him, no matter how much hell and destruction he had caused. 

It was only a moment of heavy silence before the brothers enveloped each other into firm hugs, both of which gave off signals of never wanting to let go in fear of themselves or the other disappearing. 

"I love you Sammy. Please take care for me, okay? I'll get to you soon enough," Dean clutched to his brother, though the taller figure only seemed to grow more distant in each passing moment until he was holding onto nothing. A tear fell. At least, only one he would admit to having let slip. He had just lost his brother again, and couldn't keep the images from flowing through his head. 

It's always your fault, it seems. The damned voice came back to Dean, which he only shook away. It was a thought that he had told himself countless times anyway.

He didn't want to have to look around at where he now knew was the stair way once again. He only looked down at his arms, which had been holding his dear brother only seconds before. 

"I will, okay? I'll see you soon."

Sam's voice echoed through Dean's head as he made the assent... again. If that was the last memory of his brother he could have in that moment, then Dean would use it as a reason to keep going. He just wanted this to be over, he wasn't sure how much of it he could take, but he had to... for Sammy, at least.

I'm so tired and sleep-deprived that I couldn't edit properly if I wanted to. Just... endure the pain, I guess. It'll probably get worse. I need to wake up in less than 6 hours... ugh. I'm sorry. But not for the feels. 

Peace out... and take care, ok?