"We saw the shadows of morning light, the shadows of the evening sun, until the shadows and the light were one."

Face gaunt. Eyes dark. Tangled hair. Dried blood, I feel its sticky texture gunk on my knuckles. The reflection glares, such pure anger and hatred in those eyes, I don't think it's me, I think it's the thing I thought I left behind. But I didn't leave it behind, how can you leave what you are behind? I see that now, but it's too late.

It's funny to me, how it was Sam I always worried about, I mean, he wasn't the one who went into the dark abyss and had to kill thousands. He wasn't the one who relished in every second that the black blood flowed over the flesh, screams of agony pierced the black oil veil, whose laughter echoed for eternity through space.

That was me, that was who I was. Only, now, it's who I am, and I can't deal with that.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" The deep voice asks.

My gaze leaves the mirror and meets his haunting eyes.

"Yes."

xXx

He's weeping. It should hurt me, sting my flesh, prick my heart, make me feel human. But it doesn't.

It's like I'm high, and I just can't come down. It's the high where you don't care, where you don't think, you just stare, empty and lone. But you don't mind being empty and alone, only I'm stuck like this, and it's hurting people around me, only I don't care, because in a blink of an eye in my world, they will be gone.

And the cycle goes on, the drum beats its eternal rhythm, like the thumping of the heart I once had.

I turn to him, his eyes all red, his face all wet, tears shining in the pale moonlight. He shrinks away from me, fear in those watery eyes as he shakes in grief.

I just stare at him, taking in what he is, taking in the thing in my life I should care completely about, but don't.

"Please, Dean, don't do this…" He whispers softly.

I sigh. It's too late, I took this offer to protect him, and now, it's too late to take it back.

"I'm sorry Sam, it's too late."

My voice sounds foreign and out of place here. The empty field seems to warp as I speak, it's natural flow interrupted by my presence.

He closes his eyes and bows his head, trying not to let the sob escape his lips.

"Why, Dean? Why would you do that?" He gasps.

I pause. I think for a moment and know my answer is true, and I he takes it I do not know.

"For you Sammy."

And with that, I spread my wings, and disappear.