Dead... Dean's dead.
The words keep swirlin in my brain in an unwanted mantra.
Dead.
The demons aren't answering. I don't know what else to do.
Gone.
My fingers curl around the handle of my .45 and bring the muzzle to my head. The truth of Dean's words ringing in my ears like an echo.
"There aint no me if there aint no you."
I close my eyes.
"SAM?!"
Strong hands tackle me and wrestle the gun from my hands. My eyes open.
What?
"What the hell's wrong with you?!"
It's Dean. He turns me around and locks me in a tight hug.
Not dead... Alive
"dammit, Sammy. What were you thinking?!"
His voice is rough. I turn My head and meet his eyes. Everything freezes.
"Dean... Oh god.."
NO!