I'm Goin' Down
"I'm sorry, I-"
"No! The deal is off!" The demon raised her hand, prepared to snap, clearing the deal entirely. It would mean Dean was safe. But it would also mean Sam would die.
"Wait, please! You can't!" Dean begged, just like he had a month ago when he was in the same position. "You can't kill him. Please- kill me! Kill me instead!"
"That wasn't the deal." She paused, dropping her hand.
"Think of it this way: you don't even have to wait the full year! You can have my soul- right now!" Dean was terrified. He was terrified of death. Of Hell. But mostly, he was afraid for Sam. She had to accept his offer, or else there was nothing else he could do.
The demon smiled, faintly, and Dean knew she would. "Okay. I accept." She snapped her fingers, but nothing happened.
Dean was about to ask when he heard the growling.
"Sh!" Sam yelled, hushing everyone. "Do you hear that?"
Everyone paused, listening. They did hear that. It was a woman's voice, but it was hard to hear what she was saying. Sam didn't care- she had to be with Dean. He ran off, following the sound of her voice. He could hear Ruby, Bobby, and Megan yelling at him, but he ignored it.
He pushed past the wall of bushes and trees, ending up on the other side at a road. Just a few yards away, the road came to a crossroads, and he saw Dean standing there with a black-eyed woman. Neither saw him.
"Okay, I accept."
The woman spoke smoothly, smiling evilly. No... I'm too late...
"Dean!" He called, running toward his brother. Dean turned and saw Sam for the first time.
"Sam?" There were tears in his green eyes.
Sam had reached them as the demon said, "You might want to stand back Sam. I can hear them, already." And with that, she disappeared.
"Hear who?" Sam repeated, facing Dean. "Dean, hear who?"
Dean opened his mouth, but just then Bobby, Megan, and Ruby appeared from the trees. He tried again, quietly, "Hellhounds, Sam."
Sam shook his head. "No. No no no! You still have time! It's only been a couple of months!"
"I'm sorry, Sammy. I... I couldn't..." He let his eyes flicker to Megan as she and the other two approached.
"Dean, wait..." Her voice was small, like she was a little kid looking for her mom. "Dean. You can have the blood- It's okay, I understand- "
"It's too late." Dean took a few steps back, holding his hand out to stop them from following. "I... I see them."
Sam felt his breath catch in his throat. "Dean-"
"It's okay, Sammy. Please..." Dean didn't know what to say, but he didn't want to see his little brother crying. Not now. He didn't want that to be his last vision of Sam. "Don't worry about me, Sammy. I know you tried- I know you wouldn't have given up on me. But it's over now."
While he was speaking, he could hear the growling growing louder as they approached, and he knew the others couldn't hear it.
"Back up- Now." Dean backed away as well. He didn't want anyone getting caught in the crossfire. "Please... just... you don't have to see this. Just, go."
Sam started to protest, but Bobby grabbed his arm. He could feel hands pulling him away, but he didn't want to go. He wanted to be there for Dean when...
Dean turned away from them, and barely had time to prepare himself before the first one pounced. It threw him backwards and landed on top of him. He felt it's claws digging into his chest, and he couldn't help a scream of pain from escaping his lips. He wished he had been alone for this part.
There were three, and they were all on him now. All he could see, think, hear, feel, and taste was blood. Blood pumping in his ears, blood in his mouth and lips and running down his chest and legs. Everything was red and everything was pain. And then... he felt himself slipping. He felt his body give up, give into the pain. He felt his essence- his soul leaving his body, and he knew exactly where it was going.
"Sam!" Bobby was trying to keep him still, so he didn't run off to his brother. Not yet... not until they were sure.
Bobby couldn't even come to terms with what happened, himself. He had only just gotten his boys back. He didn't know it would be so soon that he lost them, again.
But now wasn't the time to be emotional about it. He had two kids here who were going to be plenty emotional themselves, and ademon who had promised to help, but obviously did not go through with her offer.
Sam was a wreck. They pulled him away into the trees, but all the trek back to the camp, he could hear Dean screaming, until it suddenly stopped.
He sat in the truck, holding his head in his hands, trying to stop the sobbing that seemed to never cease.
Megan felt oddly... empty. She had been on autopilot before, helping Sam back to camp. She felt like it was something she had to do, so she did.
But now they were back, she had a chance to think. She didn't know why the demon had wanted her blood, and it terrified her.
Dean had been planning to do it since Sam woke back up- this whole time he knew what he was going to do. But he didn't do it. He had every chance, but he wouldn't do it.
He knew. He must have known what the demon wanted, and it was worth risking his life.
It was that thought that broke her.
He didn't just die for Sam. He died for her, too. And there was nothing she could do about it. Even with all her powers, she couldn't save him, or anyone else for that matter.
What is the point? She thought, hopelessly. What's the point of all this, if I can't even help my friends?
Ruby stood back, watching from afar. She knew they wouldn't want to see her yet. Not after what had happened with Dean.
Secretly, Ruby knew the plan. She knew what the demons were planning, and she was all for it. She would have to get Sam ready, but for now she would let him grieve.
Without his brother, he would be emotional and reckless. Perfect for manipulation.
The demons were going to wipe out humankind, and Sam Winchester was going to help them do it.