Is there Anybody there?, a supernatural fanfic

A season 3 songfic based on 'Anybody There' by The Script. Disclaimer: I don't own the beautiful song or the beautiful Dean Winchester ;)

My head keeps saying 'no',

But my heart keeps giving in.

You don't want to die. Of course you don't. No rational person ever would. But you're not rational, are you? Your world centres around Sam. And if you're dying so that Sam could live, how could you refuse?

So hard to let it go,

When it's there under my skin.

So now, with everything you do, you feel it there. The prospect of what is to come. The fear. The uncertainty. The sheer terror. The only thing that keeps you going is the thought that you're doing this for Sam. So you keep going.

Well if this is the face of a sinner,

And if Heaven is only for winners,

I don't care,

Cos I won't know

Anybody there.

You know now that you're going to Hell. You'd always had a sneaking suspicion that you would be, but now it's been confirmed. Strangely, as scared as you are … screw that, as fucking terrified as you are, you can't bring yourself to care. Because Mom, Dad, Bobby, Sammy – they'll all be in Heaven. And that's all that matters.

Thought that I'd just let it slide,

But it's me who's slipping in.

It's so had for you to act like you're not scared. To act like you don't mind going to Hell. Which is funny really, because you don't. It's for your Sammy – how could you mind? But still, you feel yourself slowly losing your grip on reality.

Thought that I'd go for a ride,

Before this crash I'm dying in.

But while you're still here, on this godforsaken earth, you may as well do something worthwhile. You know you're going to die, so how about going down swinging, eh? What do you say you kill some sons of bitches and you raise a little Hell?

Well if I'm judged on the life I've been living,

And if Heaven is not so forgiving,

I don't care,

Cos I won't know

Anybody there.

Is there anybody there?

Thoughts?