Lilith is dead. The seals are broken. Lucifer is free. It felt like years they've been dueling the devil. The Colt doesn't work, they know that much, and it seems it's all they know. No one knew how it all would end, no one knew if Sama nd Dean would crack under the pressure. The tremendous pressure the angels were leaning on them to say yes. Yes to being vessels, yes to battling one another. The brothers would take one look at each other, and never in a million years cold they even begin to fathom ripping each other to shreds that way.

Sam and Dean then looked back on what they were leaving behind; Melinda and Bobby, the only family they ever had left. If the brothers went through with.. well, everything.. their family would have to suffer a brand new and shaken up world. A world that would either die in an instant, or be subjected to evil, but either way, it would never be the same. That's why Sam and Dean made the oath to never, ever under any circumstances ever say yes.

But no matter what they do, say, or didn't say, they would is coming to an end one way or another. Body counts were skyrocketing in North America alone. Death omens, demons, plagues, everything. Everywhere you went, and there was not a hint of escape, well unless you're dead, but even then, Heaven and Hell would be torn apart sooner or later. Not even in death were you safe. The world was going to end, for everyone and everything that ever existed.

Dean had never prayed a day in his life. He had been convinced several times God was real, but he just couldn't face him. He was Dean Winchester, the ultimate sinner. Yes, God had ordered he be raised from perdition, and clearly Dean serves a purpose, but if you and a one on one with God, what would you say?

Dean had contemplated it---praying. He was usually hard headed and stubborn with this kind of thing, he knew he wouldn't let himself pray, but now they world is falling apart and it all lays in the balence with him. Maybe it's time Dean had a little one on one with God, after all, Dean could be the next Jesus.

He got to his knees, leaning against the motel bed. It was deathly silent, and Dean felt as if there wasn't a soul for miles. He clasped his hands together, resting his head in his hands. The tears slipped his from under his closed eyes as he took a breath.

"God?" Dean began to shake. His voice wavered. "My Lord, God, are you there? It's me, Dean Winchester," more tears fell and Dean began to full on sob in the darkness. "God. I need your help, please." He whispered weakly. "You saved me once, I need you to save me again."

Dean felt nothing. No presence, no cold feelings. He could only feel is himself, as if he was the only living soul on earth. Damn, he was lonely. Dean let himself breathe for a moment. "Can you hear me?" He asked, "Please, God, listen to me!" Dean raised his voice.

Still, there was nothing. Dean collapsed on the bed soaking everything he touched in his tears. He shook violently, like he was about to shatter. The moon oozed in through the window, leaving a milky light on everything it touched. It was the only light, for now.

All of a sudden, the milkly light got lighter. And lighter, and continued to get lighter until Dean looked up. He gazed at the white that that came to the window and filled the motel room. Dean didn't even have to think. He jumped to his feet and grabbed the shot gun from the side of the bed. Carefully, he aimed the gun at the window, cautiously, he moved towards the window.

The light was beautiful, and it lit every corner of Dean's face. He found himself mesmerized. He felt as if he was almost "getting lost" in it's beautiful. Just then, he heard whispering, directly in his ears. It couldn't make out what it was saying, it was too soft.
But suddenly, it got louder. The whispering got loud, and then, Dean knew what it was saying.

Dean knew what the light was.