The New Deal

Without You I'm Nothing

The gates of hell had been opened. Demons of all strengths had escaped and were unleashed upon the earth, but Dean didn't care. He couldn't care, because his world had already been destroyed. His brother lies lifeless on the cot before him, losing color in his skin as the hours ticked by.

"Dean," Bobby's voice calls again, bringing Dean down from his thoughts. "You should eat something."

"I said I'm fine." Dean replies, as he takes a swig from the whiskey bottle he held in his hands. He turns to face the old hunter whose eyes were filled with concern.

"Okay, that's fine." Bobby nods his head. His eyes remain fixed on Dean as he walks into the small dining room and takes a seat at the table.

"Dean..." Bobby begins. "I hate to bring this up, I really do" Dean's eyes slowly slide up to look at Bobby. "Don't you think it's time we... You know..." He pauses as he attempts to find the proper phrase. "Bury Sam?"

"No." Dean replies sternly.

"Thought we could maybe..." Bobby begins again.

"What?" Dean quickly interjects. "Torch his corpse?" Bobby stays quiet. Dean's assumption had been correct. "Not yet." He says as he takes another swig from the bottle, letting the liquid burn his throat as it slides down.

Bobby's eyes remain glued onto Dean. His concern further rises with the fear of what the older Winchester might do.

"Look," He takes a couple of steps towards Dean. "I want you to come with me."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Dean, please."

"Why don't you cut me some slack?" Dean quickly spits out.

"I just don't think you should be alone, that's all," He says. "And I got to admit, I could use your help." Dean scoffs, the small action hitting a nerve in Bobby. "Something big is going down. End of the world big."

"Well then let it end!" Dean shouts, the rage bursting abruptly from him.

Wide-eyed, Bobby stares in silence for a moment. "You don't mean that." He says.

Dean angrily pushes himself off of his seat and stands up, taking quick steps towards Bobby. "You don't think so?" He stands in front of the old hunter. "You don't think I've given enough?" His eyes flicker to his dead brother, then back to Bobby. "You don't think I've paid enough?" Bobby stays quiet, Dean's sudden outburst startling him.

"I'm done with it. All of it." He pauses for another moment.  "And if you knew what was good for you you'd turn around and get the hell out of here." He adds. Bobby continues his mute state, taking in Dean's broken condition.

"GO!" Dean shouts in another fit of rage as he shoves Bobby, causing the old hunter to take a few steps back. After a moment, Dean recounts what he'd just done. "I'm sorry..." He says softly as he slumps his shoulders. He turns and makes his way back to the table where his bottle of Whiskey awaited him. "Please just go." He whispers out.

Bobby gives him one last empathetic look before turning and making his way out of the house.

"You know where I'll be." He throws over his shoulder.

Dean eyes slide back over to look at his deceased brother's body, the pain returns in the pit of his stomach. He reaches for the bottle of whiskey once again and takes another large chug; hoping that the burning liquid will numb his pain.

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As soon Bobby makes it inside his garage, he slams his hands against a wall. The anger, the fear, the sadness and the desperation he felt overwhelming him all at once.  He'd lost Sam, Sam who was like a son to him. Now he was at the verge of losing another one of his children and he had no idea how to stop it.