A.N: E/O challenge, WOW:Punish, spoilers for up to 7x10. I cheated, it's 300 words, had to pack in as much Dean angst as I could. :P Dorothy, my dear, you are one in a million and I hope you have a FANTASTIC birthday, here is some Dean angst just for you. Thank you for being born, you've certainly enriched my life and FFN with your awesomeness! :D

Disclaimer: Not mine.

He watches with detachment as the white sheet is pulled over the body.

Sam's hand comes around to grip into his forearm, his other hand rests on the edge of the sheet.

Other people shuffle out of the room.

"Dean," he gasps the sound strangled and tense.

He ignores him, ignores the way his baby brothers head bows down over the now shrouded corpse.

Sams' shoulders hitch as a sob breaks free from his throat.

He wonders what the man did to deserve this. What could he have done that was so horrible that this would be his punishment?

Dean knows it is because he knew them. Knew and helped and loved them like they were the sons he never had.

He loved them. No matter what. He loved them.

The words burn their way into his heart with a red hot intensity and suddenly he remembers that is it Bobby under that sheet... Bobby's body.

"No." he growls and Sam's head snaps up at the sound.

"Dean?" Sam questions tears pooling in his eyes.

Dean loses it. He turns into a whirlwind of grief and anger and too many crammed down emotions to name as he knocks over the IV stand and slams his fist directly into the marble of the wall.

The pain that lights up his fist is a secondary thought to his rage as his hands demolish everything in sight, taking special care not to touch Bobby.

His screams are suddenly smothered into flannel as Sam's' arms come around to cocoon him in a embrace that oozes of family and love and everything he had come to feel with Bobby Singer by their side.

"Sam," he rasps throat tight. He can't do this, won't go through this again.

"I know Dean," his brother whispers. "I know."