"Come on, Sammy. Please.." Dean sobbed, his heart breaking before his very eyes. He held Sam's body, rocking it back and forth as if that would help him to relieve the pain in which would now come for many months.
The lifeless corpse did not stir, eyes closed and all. Dean let the tears fall, not caring who saw because this was his brother, his baby brother, his best friend... dead. Oh, there would be hell to pay when he paid a little visit to the crossroad bitch.
He felt a comforting hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Bobby, who also had tears trailing down his face. "Let's go, son." He spoke quietly, and picked up Sam with Dean helping him. Together the two men placed the body in the back, Dean sitting alongside it. How the heck did he manage to keep failing at protecting his only family left? Life was messed up, and so truth be told so was he. Now he had nothing to live for, and hopefully the deal was still intact.
Dean groaned as he realised he still had two weeks left until his bills came due. Bobby seemed to be talking, though Dean was hardly paying attention. He gazed down at his baby brother's face, trying not to choke up over his silent sobs. Why am I still alive? Can you not see I deserve hell right now? Dean mentally pleaded with Bobby, who was saying it wasn't his fault at all. Like hell it's not!