DEAN
"You know, when we were little-- you couldn't been more than 5-- you just started asking questions. How come we didn't have a mom? Why do we always have to move around? Where'd Dad go when he'd take off for days at a time? I remember how I begged you-- "Quit asking, Sammy. Man, you don't want to know."

(Chuckles softly)

"I just wanted you to be a kid...Just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect you...Keep you safe...Dad didn't even have to tell me. It was just always my responsibility, you know? It's like I had one job... I had one job..."

(Voice breaking)

"And I screwed it up. I blew it. And for that, I'm sorry."

(Wiping away the tears)

"I guess that's what I do. I let down the people I love. I let Dad down. And now I guess I'm just supposed to let you down, too. How can I? How am I supposed to live with that?"

(Crying)

"What am I supposed to do, Sammy?…God..."

(Sniffles)

"What am I supposed to do?"

(Inhales sharply)

"WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO!!!!!"

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CROSS-ROAD DEMON
"You keep going, I'll keep saying no.
Sorry Dean....there are no deals on the table....
I'd really like to help you....really...I would...I've got a soft spot for ya,...you're like a lost puppy...you're just too fun to play with....But...as I said....there is no deal to be made...."

DEAN
"Please....I do anything...anything!!!! Please...just bring him back...."

(falls to his knees...tears rolling slowly down his cheek...hugging himself, rocking slightly....)

DEMON
(Gets down on her knees...lifts Dean's chin to look at her....)

"Dean.....I can't...I'm sorry..."

(she stands....looking down on him,...regret flashing over her face for a moment...then she stands and turns, disappearing into the night....)

DEAN
"Sammy....I'm sorry....." he whispers

(He sits there broken in the night....finally, as the sun starts to rise, he steels his will enough to get up,...stumbling on numb legs to the car....he turns her engine over, his face blankly staring out the windshield...He puts her in gear and spins her around back to the hotel...back to Sammy...He goes inside, puts things in order and sits down next to Sam again...He looks to his hands....He watches them shake, the gun weighing heavily in them...he looks on Sam again, tears burning down his cheek...He steels his nerves one last time, raising the gun to his head....

"I'm coming Sam....I'm coming......"

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Cut to the semi-darkness outside....Bobby has returned...He just couldn't stand the thought of leaving Dean alone. Dean was the son he never had the chance to have. He had to take care of him....

*Muffled bang/flash of light visible through the window.....
Bobby runs to the hotel....*

"No....no,no,no,no,........." he shouts

(He skids to a stop at the door and rips it open....he runs to the room Sam is in....Dean lies on the floor, gasping for air, his body jerking in death throes...His blood pooling all around him....
Bobby runs to him, stumbling and falling hard on his knees before him. He lifts Dean's body to him...Dean's eyes focus one last time.....)

"Bobby........I'm........sorry.......*gasp*................I.... couldn't....I couldn't.....save him....." he gasps as his body jerks in Bobby's arms.

(His muscles lock briefly as blood slides from his lips....His body goes limp as the light goes from his eyes....Dean's eyes stare blankly at Bobby.......)

"Dean.......dammit......."*voice catches* "Dean......" he can't finish the words.

(He chokes, sobbing as his throat closes slowly. His lonely tears break slowly down his face. He hugs Dean's body close as he says goodbye to the last of the Winchester line...one last good man takenbefore his time......)