One shot. At the end of season 5 episode "Abandon All Hope." Dean watched as the picture disappeared in the fire. He stared as he remembered his last moments with the one woman he never got to love. He looked as the image of her beautiful face faded into the flames.

We could have been so good together. She was one of the best influences I ever had. She never let me give her crap, she always had my back, and she always knew how to comfort me. And now it's our last night on earth, because we have this crazy stupid plan to kill Lucifer in the morning, and we will never have the chance to actually be anything. I don't know if I can let her have my back this time; I never wanted to put her in this kind of danger. It's not fair to her: She didn't choose this life; it sucked her in. I just want to tell her everything that I'm thinking right now, and to know if she's thinking the same things. Or maybe she isn't thinking anything at all. But at least I'll know.

I need to hold her small body close to me, so she knows that I will do everything in my power to protect her, because she is worth it. I need her to look at me and let her eyes tell me that she loves me. But I need to hear her say it, too. I need to inhale the scent of her perfume, because I never want to forget it. I need to kiss her, so I can always remember what it feels like. I just want one. I need to link my fingers with hers and promise her that I won't let anything happen to her. I need her to need me, because I'm tired of being alone. For years, she's been all I ever wanted. I can't accept the fact that I'll never have her.

Every time those big brown eyes look up at me, it's impossible to look away. She traps me with her longing gaze, but I must resist the urge to close the gap between us. We don't talk about these feelings, but it needs to happen. It's literally now or never, Jo. Maybe it doesn't matter, because I wouldn't know how to say the words anyway. And you would just shush me; tell me that we can't or shouldn't. We're both here now, maybe for the last time, and we both need each other. Why are you hiding feelings that we know are stronger than anything we've ever known? Don't let the fear of tomorrow stop us from having each other tonight. Tomorrow is hours away; we don't have to think about that. Right now is what matters because we will never have this moment again. I don't want to waste any second I may have left with you. I want to keep you by my side as long as I possibly can.

If one of us dies tomorrow, it better be me. I can't live without her here with me. She makes me want to be good. She makes me feel like I'm worth something to someone. She needs to survive because she deserves to live, unlike me. If anyone deserves to die for good, it's me.

Maybe we will both die tomorrow. Maybe then we can finally be together.