The Leviathan bore down on them, grinning maniacally with his borrowed face.
"When I say someone's dead…" It laughed, in a voice that shouldn't be possible and certainly shouldn't come out of Jimmy Novak's face, "I mean it."
Dean was curled up on the floor, shaking and bleeding, staring up at the face he had once counted as an ally. Sam just slumped against the wall, trying not to focus on how his leg was bending in a way it really should not be bending.
It hurt.
Everything about it hurt. They'd had a slim chance that this plan would even work, and now it had failed, they weren't surprised. They were bleeding, hurt, and Sam was pretty sure there was no way they were getting out of this one.
Dean was about to get killed, with nowhere to look except the same blue eyes that he had stared into for answers, once upon a time.
The Leviathan picked up Dean's shaking, pale form from the floor like he was nothing but a stuffed toy. He grinned at Sam.
"I think Dean goes first. You can watch, if you want."
Sam closed his eyes, if only to hold back the tears.
Let it end… Thought Sam. He couldn't do this any longer.
…
"Click."
"Click"? He'd never heard a Leviathan make that noise before…
"It's the heat of the moment…"
"Rise and shine, Sammy!"
Oh, fuck.