Dean Winchester was not afraid of many things. He never had a problem with spiders, or heights. Airplanes were a different story, but come on, who stays one hundred percent calm strapped in a metal tube thousands of feet in the air? No, Dean Winchester wasn't afraid of much. He wasn't afraid of death either. He had met Death, quite some times before. He had even been dead. But there was one thing that Dean Winchester was afraid of. It was dying. He had said his goodbyes before, thinking he was going to die. He had said what kind of funeral he wanted, what was to be done with his remains. But deep down he had always known that those moments weren't his last. Even when he knew he was dead, somewhere deep down he knew it wasn't for long. And that's what scared him. That this time, for the first time, he knew he was going to die, and it was going to be forever.