He saw her standing there as he entered the room, the silver-white gun in his hand. Sam Winchester had finally given up on all hopes of helping out the woman he passionately cared for. Madison stood next to the window, still only wearing his shirt, and was looking outside, starring at all the things she would be missing once she would be gone.

Where would she go? Did she have a one way ticket to hell because she was a monster? Would she have to be one piece of meat for all demons to enjoy in the fiery pits of Hell just because he had to kill her? Sam tried to wipe away the tears as the woman in front of him turned around to face him, a warm smile on her face.

"Sam." she said quietly, her radiant smile breaking Sam's heart into millions of pieces.

They met halfway in the room, their eyes locked on one another. How could she smile when she knew she would be dead in a less than a minute? It had been over a year and a half since the last time he had cried over a woman he loved, and after losing Jessica he had told himself that never in his life would he get himself into this situation and yet, there he was, his firearm ready to be the killer.

They were now just a few inches away from each other. Madison took a second to look down at Sam's gun in his right hand then her eyes went back to his. Her right hand went up to Sam's left cheek; the one she had scratched with her own werewolf claws. Her thumb caressed his skin and he couldn't help but to tilt his head at her touch.

She kept smiling. "Thank you for doing this, Sam."

Sam couldn't help but to scoff as she said his name. "I'm killing you and you're thanking me?"

"I don't want to be a monster, Sam. I can't… kill anyone else. I don't want to." Sam looked down but she got his attention back. "You are doing your job, so thank you."

Sam couldn't speak. He understood her too well. He wasn't like any other guy after all. He was a freak with visions and a possible dark destiny ahead of him, yet he was allowed to live…

Sam lifted the gun and pointed it to Madison's chest. Her hands slowly got to the gun, one on the barrel and the other on Sam's right hand. This was all wrong, Sam thought to himself, as he finally saw Madison shed a tear. Her eyes blinked as they trying to hold everything inside and to be brave in the face of her own death.

"I am sorry." Madison heard a click in the gun as Sam apologized to her.

"Don't be." was the only thing she replied.

Sam took a few more seconds to memorize her smile. "I love you."

They both leaned in, his lips meeting hers. Sam's left hand reached to her cheek, wiping off the tears running down.

She never felt the silver bullet piercing through her heart.