SAM
Don't Dean! I'm not gonna let you go to hell, Dean!

DEAN
Yes, you are!

*shouts…*

*They look at each other for a beat…*

DEAN
*calmer…*
Yes, you are.

*SAM just stares at him, breathing…*

DEAN
I'm sorry. I mean this is all my fault, I know that. But what you're doing, it's not gonna save me. It's only gonna kill you.

*SAM looks away for a second, tears building in his eyes…*

SAM
Then, what am I supposed to do?

DEAN
Keep fighting. Take care of my wheels. Sam, remember what dad taught you... ok?

*SAM nods, holding his tears back…*

DEAN

And remember what I taught you…

As tears build in DEAN's eyes we hear the grandfather clock tick and then begin to strike midnight. DEAN looks over at it, and the camera cuts to it and then pans around to DEAN looking at it. DEAN looks over at SAM, who's also watching the grandfather clock. He turns his head, tears spilling down his cheeks, and looks as DEAN. DEAN gives him a little smile as he tries to keep himself calm and hold back his tears.

DEAN

Sam…will you do something for me…call it a last request….

*he keeps smiling a little, his graveyard humor causes Sam to tip his had in a slightly exasperated way…leave it to Dean to crack wise as he's just about to face Hell…*

SAM

*nods*

Yes. Dean, I'll do whatever you ask…you know I will….

DEAN

*nods…swallows hard and looks down…he reaches into his coat pocket and draws out his gun…he stares at it for a moment…he closes his eyes and swallows hard, his brow creasing…he looks up into Sam's tear-filled eyes…he grabs the barrel of the gun and holds it out to Sam…*

I need you to kill me Sammy…

*Sam's eyes widen…filled with terror…the tears start afresh…*

SAM

Dean…I can't…please don't ask me to do this…

DEAN

*takes his brother's hand, placing the gun in it, hold onto the hand, pressing the gun into it…*

Please…Sammy…you know what Lilith will do to me…what the Hellhounds will do to me…Please…make it quick…give me one last little bit of peace. Deny that bitch the satisfaction...Sammy… please…?

*Sam's eyes plead with him…but in the end, he knows Dean is right…he can save him from her…like he did for Madison…Sam gulps, his breath coming in gasping pants….his chest heaving….tears fall unabated…he nods and grasps the gun…*

DEAN

*nods back…he closes his eyes…and kneels…*

Thank you Sammy….I love you.

SAM

*he grips the pistol…he swallows hard….he closes his eyes at Dean's final words….he steeles his nerve…opens his eyes and looks upon Dean…he cocks the gun, moving around in front of him…*

I love you Dean…goodbye…

*He squeezes the trigger…he closes his eyes to the flash and bang of the gun…he keeps them closed…for a moment…he opens them just in time to watch Dean fall…he looses his grip on the gun…his shaking hand drops it on the ground…his knees buckle…he falls to the ground next to Dean…he pulls him close…the light is already gone from his eyes…Sam crushes him close, rocking them both…his eyes closed, the tears splashing down from his eyes onto Dean's cheek…*

SAM

Dean…I'm sorry….it should have been me….

*he breaks into shuddering sobs…*

it should have been me………..