Sam was dead again. Stabbed by an unknown deamon and pulled back to Hell. Dean went through every possible book, every single handwriting he could find. No sleep in the last couple of days, at all. What was strange and scarry this time was the fact that he didn't feel devastated or vengefull, he was fine. All of his emotions seamed to be gone somehow and for once, he felt releaved. No pain, but he knew it wouldn't last for a long time.

Still, none of these things made him give up on trying to bring back his brother. Nothing ever could.

He already tried contacting Cas, but he was nowhere to be found. He disappeared in the thin air the night Sam was killed, probably just trying to run away from it all. The last time he brought him back, he was left without a soul. He would never make that mistake again. Ever.

Dean was quiet that night. No loud music, no drinking, no dirty bars full of drunk women, just silence. After these few days of releaving piece, he finally felt quilt, helplessness and that agonizing pain he went through all those tough times before. The emotions he ignored for the last sixty hours concentrated in his brain all at once. Huge pressure. Awful things.

So, what do you do when there is no other way out? You call Death, personally. He took a deep breath and started with the summoning ritual. With every move his heart went weaker, his hope drowned in the disappointment in himself, in his duty to protect little Sammy. They escaped Death so many times, so why would any of them make it out now? It all has to end once, doesn't it?

-Hey Death, It's Dean Winchester, you might remember me, the guy who tried to trap you last time...- he turned around and the room was still empty.

-...one more chance, I'm begging you. There, I said it.- still nothing.

-Dammit, I'm so sorry Sammy. I'm so sorry.-

-Well that was beautiful. Just...beautiful!- Dean turned around to see a girl sitting on the bed. She was grinning, obviously amused. -How adorable! Dean Winchester getting all emotional. You don't see that very often...-

-Who the Hell are you?- he waited for a tall skinny old man in a black suit, and seing a college girl actually brings a suprise.

-Well who did you expect to see?-

-Uh, walking stick, Death...? Happen to know the guy?-

-Oh right. Death, the Horsman of the Apocalypse, yada yada yada...- she stood up and opened a bottle of bear -You honestly think he's the only one in the bussines? I mean, you've been him for a day, and how many people did you put to rest, five, six?-

-Yes, well, whatever... I need to get Sam back. Now.-

-Aren't we anxious! Now, tell me, why would I help you? I can menage awakening the dead, but seriously, why?

-Because you're Death. Because you can!- Dean started to shake and blabber some unintelligible words on latin.

-You have got to be kidding.- she laughed and spilled some of her bear on the floor -A binding spell? Boy, you humans are adorable!-

-Then what are you? A deamon, an angel, what?-

-None of the above. Let's just say I am one of God's little, but sighnificant soldiers.-

-You know what? I don't give a crap about what you are, just help me! Help Sam.-

-First of all, I deserve some respect, I am freaking thousand years old!- she put on a serious face -The second thing, you were assigned to me. The ones at The Control assumed you would ask for something again, so they wanted to be sure. I've been dealing with hell of a douchebags Dean, and trust me, none of them had a good time.-

-Fine. So what do I need to do to get you to pull him out? What?-

-For start, you shut your mouth.- she pulled out a small box out of her pocket -One more thing, there is a war going on upstairs, and I can't afford any more enemies.