All Dean Winchester could hear was the faint screams of his brother, nothing else.
He couldn't even focus in on the tearing of his own flesh.
Sam i'm here, it's...he couldn't breathe the taste of liquid metal, tasted one to many times, caught in his throat. Leaving Dean Winchester mute, being attacked by Hellhounds, and stuck inside his own head for his last seconds unable to help his brother, his Sammy. Sonuvabitch! I mean possesing Ruby, seriously? I didn't see it, How come I didnt see it? I mean the bitch is so ugly! Now Sam is probably hurt, shit Sam, is he okay? I need to get to Sam...I need to tell him, It's not his fault. Man I sware that bitch Ruby, wherever the hell she is, better not touch him. Sam, something's wrong I..I can't feel...Sam! Sam ,help I can't breathe. Im sorry Sam, Im sorry It'll never be your fault. Please Help! All Dean Winchester could do was bleed to death and hope that someone would hear his last words, hopefully they slide from his mouth just like a joke. Hopefully a God would hear his plea. The only words that seemed to mean anything to the fallen man, Somebody get my brother out of here... But as always Dean Winchester pulled the short straw and in the last second of his life the one thing he ever asked for wasn't addressed. And then the eyes of the man who'd seen it all, lost their light and Dean Winchester's soul was lost to the fiery pitts of Hell forever.
