Sam laid on the floor coughing up blood, more than his body could take, "I'm sorry Dean, I didn't mean to."
Deans eyes were pitch black, colder than the darkest soul.. He couldn't think straight, the only thoughts he had were those that were not his, all murderous, cold blooded, those that would take you to hell... A screaming cloud of black smoke came shooting out of Dean's body.
Carry on my wayward son
He looked down past all his cut and gun shot wounds too see his younger brother on the ground, "what have I done", Dean squeezed his brothers hand weakly with what little strength he had left.
There'll be peace when you are done
"What have I done", he repeated once more. A single tear rolled out of his eye, he couldn't lose his little brother, not again, Sam was the only thing he had left.
"Jerk", Sam barely got the words to escape his lips, he looked at Dean and gave him a weak smile before his eyes shut.
Lay your weary head to rest
"Sammy!" Dean knew there was no coming back, there were no angels, no demons, nothing could save them now, "Son of a bitch", Dean said as he gasped for his last breath.
Don't you cry no more
