"Sammy!" Dean yelled at his brother's soon-to-be lifeless body. He ran over to Sam, as fast as he could, but there was nothing he could do. It was too late. Bobby chased the attacker into the woods, but he was too fast for a man of Bobby's age. Sam dropped to his knees, "Dean…" he said, barely audible. The knife wound to his lower back, severing his spinal cord, took his final breath. Dean's screams pierced the night air as he ran to his brother, now lying on the floor. He grabbed Sam's body and held him in his arms. Dean already knew what he had to do before his brother had even turned cold.
He took his brothers body to an abandoned building just outside Cold Oak, South Dakota. He placed Sam's body on a bed that could barely support him. "We need to give him a hunter's burial." Bobby said. Dean, furious at the suggestion, screamed at him "No, I promised to take care of him and that's what I'm gonna do." "But, son..." Bobby replied but was cut off by dean demanding that he leave. He left hoping that Dean would come around after he had time to grieve, little did he know what was ahead.
"Hey! I called you, now get your evil ass down here!" Dean shrieked while standing at a crossroads, waiting. "You know I have other people to see. I can't only be here for you and the other one. Although, from what I hear I'll only be dealing with you from now on." Her eyes flickered to black but only for a second. She stood in front of a hunter that had killed many of her kind but didn't even tremble. "I need him back. I can't do this alone. Bring him back." Dean pleaded with the blonde haired beauty.
"Sorry, no can do. You of all people know how this works." She toyed with him. "Take my soul, give me ten years with him. Please!" he begged. "Well as tempting as that is, I have to decline." She turned to leave, but soon realized she was stuck here. Stuck in a devil's trap. "Let me out of this thing!" Ignoring her request he said, "Why? You've taken the souls of hundreds of people. Why not take mine?" "I think you misunderstand me. I'd love nothing more than to take your soul and the watch you be torn apart by my puppies, but I can't. You're off-limits. That pretty little picture on your arm prevents me from giving you what you want. Your soul can't be taken by me or anyone else." Dean glanced to his left arm and saw what she spoke of. The Mark of Cain. "Then you are of no use to me" he said as he slowly approached her. He pulled out the First Blade and thrust it into her torso. Distraught by the news, he set out to find Sam's killer.