Deans POV

Damnit. I wanted it so bad. I can't breathe I want it so bad. Ever since Sammy got his soul back and remembers what happened he's been different…..he says he's fine but do you honestly believe his bull crap? I don't. I know he's holding all the shit that happened back but it won't last. Hell! It hasn't lasted! Just last night he was about to shoot me because he thought I was Lucifer! And damnit I wanted….i wanted everything to go away. The only way to do that…..is to just die.

"you know I'd never do this"

"I know"

"I guess it's his thing. Some twisted eye for an eye"

"It's ok" it's ok…...just do it, please.

"No it's not. You deserved better"

"no you did" you deserved so much better damnit. "You know, that * judge was right. I am guilty. You were just a kid".

"Not true"

"Yes, you and Sam. But I was selfish, I didn't want to be alone. So I dragged you in with me. Now look at us. Your dead and sam-...*sigh* god Sam's in so deep. To deep. You need to help dig him out"

"How am I supposed to help, I'm dead"

"Simple. Do what you came here to do"

It seemed almost cliche that I should die the way she did. It was perfect. I should die the way I killed her. I should suffer the same fate.

"It's ok just do it" I'm ready. I need it. It's too much. Too much guilt. Too much pain. Sam would be better off without me. She slowly pulls out my lighter and I close my eyes

"Do it" I say softly. A small tear rolls down my cheek. So much pain. So much has happened. My head can't handle it anymore.

"Please end it!" I yell out desperately. I stand there for a few seconds, felt like hours. Slowly I open my eyes after to long. She's gone. I fall no my knees utterly deviated. I DESERVE TO DIE! I DESERVE TO DIE LIKE I KILLED SO MANY!

"No……". My whole body shook "no". I look down and see my lighter, open, but no flame. No relief. Hands shaking I pick it up. Such a small thing, for such a huge decision. My finger goes to the small trigger and I sit there contemplating. Then I let my finger glide down and a snap and there's a flame.

Sam's POV

Come on Dean. I'm almost there, just please don't be dead already. I fly down the small highway towards our motel. Come ooonnn go faster. I fly over the curb and come to a stop in middle of the crowded parking lot. Crowded, with fire trucks and the paramedics. No. My first instinct is to run head long into the burning building and try and save my brother. But I know, deep down, I know he's gone. I fall to my knees in utter shock. I was too late. Out of all these years…..

My brain can't accept the fact…..dean's gone. My chest starts to burn, my head swims. I feel dizzy. I look back up to the flames but all I see is different colors swirling around my head and I don't know which way is up and the burning in my chest is getting worse and oh my god deans dead and and I just can't breathe anymore. My chest feel like it's going to explode. I fall to the ground and curl up into a ball, the pain is excruciating. I've lost Dean before but this, this is different, my soul can't handle the overload. I hear a faint laughing in the back of my head.

"Canttt wait to seeee you again Sammy" a voice says in a playful (but very evil) way.

Lucifer. His voice gets louder and louder and I swear my chest is actually melting. I claw and rib at my shirt and hair trying desperately to get the heat off me. Then all the sudden I can't control my body anymore an- and then nothing.

My POV

Dean died of guilt and mental suffering.

Sam died from utter heartbreak (or soulbreak) and insanity.

Don't be like the Winchesters. Get help before it goes too far.

THE END