"Dean!"
Sam bawled out his brother's name. It was all over. Ruby had poisoned his mind and now Dean was dead, killed without Sam ever laying a hand on him. Sheet lightning lit up the night sky, illuminating his ravaged, grief-stricken face as he pounded on Dean's chest, begging God to bring his brother back. Then the rain started - a sudden torrential downpour. God wasn't listening.
Dean wearily padded over to Sam's bed. It had been like this for a week now. By day his brother seemed okay, but the nights brought Sam nothing but torment.
"C'mon Sammy. Wake up."