"How could you?"

She's empty, now all that's left of her is the body (which the knife was a perfect match for) with nothing in it, gone, not even gracing the pits of hell but why do I care?

(care for the one that twisted my strings and made me dance)

I want to stick the knife even deeper in her gut, want to hate the one that turned me into the monster I am today (the poison in her and now my own blood) but like all the times before I just can't.

Even under the watchful eyes of big brother, the one that was right all along (the one that shouldn't still be my side) but doesn't say 'I told you so' like he would have done years ago, years ago when I was human.

(didn't have black in my eyes and heart, that I got because of her and all of my wrong choices)

"Good riddance, I've been wanting to kill the bitch since day one. Glad you finally saw the light, Sammy."

What I did, let him kill her (once and for all, no hell for her this time) with the warm blood falling all over me, just one drink will he see?, was done in anger and the bad part is that I regret it with every step.

And it wasn't just because I cut off my source, for the thing that is corrupting me from the inside out, for blood but because for a moment I believed that what we had was love.

A twisted, filled with demon blood and darkness kind of love but love none the less.

(a forbidden love between demon and hunter that was was wrong right from the start)

"Y-Yeah, me too. (even if I would take it back in a second)."

Before it was time to face the music, get ready for a war ten times greater then one we had already faced, when the man from nightmares and bible stories would come for our heads, when Dean wasn't looking I shut those dead eyes of hers.

"Rest in peace, you bitch, I thought I loved you but you proved me wrong."