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"Take care of her, Dean."

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FLASHBACK

"The whole "up with Satan" thing. I'm on board."

"You're gonna let me say yes?"

Sam and Dean stood in Bobby's junkyard, a beer in each of their hands.

"No. That's the thing. It's not on me to let you do anything. You're a grown - well, overgrown - man. If this is what you want, I'll back your play."

"That's the last thing I thought you'd ever say." Sam scoffed. "What did Eden say?"

"She doesn't know and she isn't going to know. I'm not gonna lie to you, though. It goes against every fiber I got to watch you do this." Dean took a sip of his beer, his heart wearing down on his chest. "I mean, truth is... You know, watching out for you... it's kinda been my job, you know? But more than that, it's... it's kinda who I am." He confessed. Sam stared at his shoes, guilt biting at his skin. "You're not a kid anymore, Sam, and I can't keep treating you like one. Maybe I got to grow up a little, too. I don't know if we got a snowball's chance. But... But I do know that if anybody can do it... it's you."

"Thank you, Dean. Truly."

His brother nodded.

"I can do this. I let him out. I got to put him back in."

"Okay. That's it, then."

"One more thing. Take care of her, Dean."

The brothers stood in a solemn silence. A time of mourning what was to come to their brotherhood. The division that'd chew up their bond and spit it back out. The clouds joined together and darkened, feeling their grief. The clouds cried for the Winchesters, who could save everyone except for themselves.

Saving people, hunting things-- The family business was coming to its end.

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Castiel and Eden sat close to one another in the backseat of the Impala. Castiel was awkwardly comforting Eden, who was still clueless. Dean was driving and Sam was in the passenger seat. The youngest Winchester looked back at the girl. "Sam, what's going on?" She whispered, scooting forward.

"You can't leave when I tell you, baby. Please." Sam replied, his voice shattering.

Eden's face dropped in the realization of the only reason why Sam would be this doubtful. Why he'd be so secretive. Why this felt like the drive to the end. "You aren't---"

"Sam, I got a bad feeling about this. Detroit? He always said he'd jump your bones in Detroit. Here we are." Dean interrupted, not wanting to hear an argument break out. "Maybe this is him rolling out the red carpet, you know? Maybe he knows something that we don't."

"Dean, I'm sure he knows a buttload we don't. He's Satan. We just got to hope he doesn't know about the rings. Hey, on the subject, there's something I got to talk to you about. This thing goes our way and I...Triple Lindy into that box... you know I'm not coming back. Right? So you got to promise me something. You both do. You got to promise not to try to bring me back."

"I didn't sign up for that." Dean snapped.

Eden looked to Castiel, who was sleeping, for a protest. She scooted forward. "Sam, if you seriously think--"

"Yeah, I seriously think. Don't try to bring me back. Once the Cage is shut, you can't go poking at it. It's too risky."

"You can't ask me to do this, Sammy. Your Hell is gonna make my tour look like Graceland. You want me just to sit by and do nothing?" Dean questioned. "You go find Lisa. You pray to God she's dumb enough to take you in, and you - you have barbecues and go to football games. You go live some normal, apple-pie life, Dean. Promise me."

Dean sat in silence. "I promise, Sam." He stated after a few seconds.

Eden sat back in her seat. She stared out the window, bubbling with pure anger.

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Bobby, Castiel, and the brothers stood by the truck of the Impala. They stared at the gallons of demon blood, which would be Sam's saving grace so he wouldn't explode from Lucifer's power. "I'll see ya around, kid." Bobby said, staring at the boy he considered a son.

"See ya around," Sam replied, wrapping his arms around the man.

"He gets in... You fight him tooth and nail, you understand? Keep swingin'. Don't give an inch." Bobby advised.

"Yes sir." Sam agreed, pulling away. He held his hand out to Castiel, who instead rested his hands on Sam's shoulders.

"Good luck, Sam."

"Take care of these guys, okay?"

"That's not possible."

Sam snickered. "Then humor me."

"Oh. I was supposed to lie. Uh... Sure. They'll be fine." Castiel mumbled. Sam laughed and patted Castiel's back before walking over to Eden, who stared at the pavement in sorrow.

"Hey. Look at me," Sam sighed. He placed his hands on both sides of her face and kissed her forehead. Eden put her hands on the side of his neck, cupping them gently, and pulled him into a proper kiss. Sam leaned into her lips. He pulled away shortly.

"I can go in there with you. I can--" She began.

"No, Eden, I don't want you to see this." He murmured.

"I can't--- What do I do, Sam?" She asked.

"You're gonna make sure the world stays safe, Eden, and go wherever you wanna go. You're gonna raise Chess. You're gonna---" He rubbed his face on his arm. "Don't wait for me, Dee."

She bit her tongue as he sniffled and walked away. Castiel stood beside her.

They watched as Sam and Dean walked into the apartment.

In the end, only Dean walked out with fists of rage and his phone by his ear. He signaled for Eden to get in the car.