Dean stood on the ground, holding Sam close, feeling the blood of his beloved brother pouring on his hands, where his deadly wound was. That asshole had dare stab his brother... If he thought he could run away like nothing happened, he was dead wrong. The older Winchester would track him down and get him back for that. He would pay. He wouldn't let that freak win. He guaranteed, his vengeance would be so unreal. But first, he needed to find a way to bring his brother back because even Hell knew he couldn't live without him. Pressing his lips against Sam's forehead one last time, he stayed there a while longer, mourning.