"Dean, come on. You have to snap out of this." "I can't. Y/Ns death was my fault, Sammy. It was my fault." Sam sighs and sits next to me on my bed, and rubs my back in a comforting way. I cry once again, sad I lost her. Thats not how this hunt was supposed to go. Y/N died because of my lack of knowledge about what we were hunting, a Leviathan. To be more precise, the leader of them, Dick Roman. Y/N had been our friend for two years since that djinn hunt and had insisted she accompany us on this hunt. Sam and I agreed immediately, thinking she could handle herself. He had been horribly wrong, and the Leviathan murdered her in cold blood as Sam and I watched, powerless to help. The death really wasn't my fault, but I always felt ever since we met her that I was responsible for her. And it was my job to protect her.
