Follow the Light

9x23 - Dean's thoughts during the warehouse scene.

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A/N: I felt compelled to write a little ditty about this scene. I wanted to write something a bit more meaningful and deep but my brain is too rattled right now to compose something more fluid. Thanks to any who take a moment to read my hastily written ramblings.

Okay, I'll admit getting my super charged ass handed to me by this God wanna be wasn't part of the plan.

And yeah, I kinda forgot that howdy-doody here has the power of the tablet to back up his scrawny ass. Tricky bastard. No problem, I still got this.

Crap. Son of a...

Perfect. Now I've lost the blade.

Alright, okay. It's okay, just...just need to get it back.

C'mon Dean, keep it together, man. You've gotten the shit beat out of you before so just suck it up, do your job, and gank this twisted son of a bitch... Do it, or everything, all of this doesn't amount to squat. It won't mean a damn thing if you don't finish what you started.

Just concentrate. It's right there. The blade, focus on the blade, just like you did when you offed that red-headed Hell bitch.

Yeah, that's it, you got this. It's moving, it's...almost there...mmmm... that's it.

Awesome.

Okay, you beanie-hat wearing douche, let's dance. Time to die.

Huh.

Wasn't expecting that one.

Figures that I manage to pull some major Mark of Cain mojo and get my twitching fingers around the damn blade again, just to have Metadouche sucker stab me in the friggin' chest...with an angel blade.

And to top it off the bastard is still smiling.

Damn it, there is n..no coming back f..from this one. Not this time.

How I wish I could be around to watch when you die. And you will, you...will.

Oh, hey Sam. Sammy? It's..it's okay, Sam. But…now you see it, right? The reason I couldn't let you come in here with me? You…you'd be dead, too, and that...that isn't okay and isn't how it's supposed to end.

It ends n..now, with me, like I always knew it w..would...like I told you it would back when we started the trials.

And really, I'm good...I'm okay with it. I will gladly die...die bloody, tonight, if..if it means that y..you get to live.

So p..please, little brother. Go and live...f..for me.

No...no, that's n..not right. Do it...for you.

Follow the light, Sammy, and..and don't you dare look back.

The End. Thanks for stopping by. :)