Disclaimer:Don't own Dean or the Impala or anything else in the SPN fandom

A.N:This is sorta an extended version of my last fanfic: From Laughter to Desperation. Some of the words are the same but the idea is extended. Said I would do a fanfic on Dean at the end of the eppie.

Summary:Tag to 5x14- My Bloody Valentine. Would God listen to a dead man's prayer….even if it wasn't for himself? Extended of my From Laughter to Desperation fanfic, though don't have to read it to understand this one.

Dean all but darted out the house and into the cool fresh night. Here he could escape the screams that were sure to haunt him for the next several nights. He walked up to the Impala and lifted his bottle of alcohol and went to take a drink. He paused and looked at the bottle.

Even this no longer served his needs.

He gently set the bottle on the hood of the Impala.

Why was it this way? How much could Sam take before he broke?

How much could he take before he broke…….again?

He knew that Sam had been strong for him and he was proud of Sam for maintaining such strength. He was proud of him for being responsible. But that didn't mean that he wanted Sam to go through this again. That didn't mean he wanted to sit and hear his agonizing screams again.

The first time near broke him.

The word of the Famine echoed in his mind.

Because inside you are already…..dead……

What if he was right? He had broken in hell and he never fully recovered. He knew he never would but he had managed to keep going.

Because inside you are already…..dead……

Tears that he has been holding back for the longest as of late, lingered in his eyes. He had told Castiel that he was just well-fed, but secretly he did wonder why he wasn't affected by the Famine. If he was honest, it scared him a little as to why he wasn't affected.

Because inside you are already…..dead……

He looked around and found himself looking up. He never really believed in a higher power but if there was a time for him to believe, it would be now.

But would God listen to a dead man? A man who didn't have anything but a dark hole growing in him? He could not fill it with anything, it seems.

Not food, or drink or pleasurable company….

Because inside you are already…..dead……

But for Sammy he would ask. For Sammy, he would do anything.

So it wouldn't hurt to ask would it?

But would God listen to a dead man's prayer….even if it wasn't for himself? But he had to try. He had to for Sammy's sake. So he opened his mouth,

"Please…….I can't…. "

He paused as he struggled to hold back the tears. He closed and opened his mouth again.

"I need some help….." he asked raggedly searching the sky. Not for himself, but for Sammy. He could ignore Dean, he didn't care, but he hoped He would spare Sammy. Sam had been through much, too much. Can't he have a break?

He opened his mouth to give one final plea, "……Please?"

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And with that tears trailed down his face….

Fin.

A.N: Seriously, every time I watch that ending with Dean crying I get so sad. I wanna give Dean a hug. I knew I had to do something with that scene. A little extended, look into the mind of Dean in that moment. I was heavy hearted writing this.

Though my own thoughts. I don't think Dean is dead inside. How could he be when he cares so much, and with that thought:

Look for another fanfic, based on this one and From Laughter and Desperation called A Prayer of Concern….featuring Castiel.