It broke me. Abandon All Hope earned its way into my top 5 episodes with these moments. I've always liked Jo and Ellen, and this episode shattered me. I can't remember the last time SPN made me cry, REALLY cry, but this? The last moments of the Harvelles were moments of excruciating brilliance.

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I don't believe any of us were afraid of the physical part of dying. The emotion is rather one of almost desperate reluctance to give up the future.

-Ernie Pyle

Not like this. Don't you dare, don't you dare. When I looked up into their faces I knew it, but I ignored the truth I saw there. I refused to believe it, refused to accept it. It wasn't until she spoke up, told it like it was, that the truth bored into me and shattered my heart. When did my little girl get so brave?

I spent my whole life trying to prevent this moment, to keep her safe, my only child. The only link to my last lover. I saw her father in her face, and somehow she became both child and spouse to me. I couldn't protect him, but I sure as hell was going to protect her.

But Fate is a bitch and she drew my daughter here to this, despite everything I did to prevent it. My child is growing weaker and paler with every second, with every heartbeat. The pain and rage inside me is indescribable as I look into her frightened, glazed, weary eyes. A mother bear ain't got nothin' on me. I'm going to save her.

But then she tells me how it's going to be. My feisty little girl grew into a rebellious teenager, who grew into a stubborn young lady. And now she's grown into a strong, brave woman, and she lays it on the line to me, argues, argues like always. But this time she's right, and that kills me.

Too few years.

I want to scream, I want to fight, want to punch and kick and scratch and bite and kill, kill the ones responsible for this. I want to see their blood on my hands, taste it on my tongue, swallow it down in scalding, gulping mouthfuls. I want to tear these bastards into pieces with my bare hands and spit on their remains.

But in the end, what I want more than anything is to take it all back. I want my husband back. I want my daughter back. I want the life I knew before back. But I can't have that. And I won't stay here alone. I won't let her be alone at the end. I want her to feel my touch. I want her last moment to be one of love, not fear.

I pull her against me, feel her rest her head on my shoulder like she used to when she was young. Here we sit at the end of the world, mother and daughter facing down death, together and not alone.

And as I realize she is gone, gone on without me, I feel a pain like I never knew existed, a pain so brutal that it nearly kills me all on its own. I also realize that I have nothing left. I have to follow. I won't let my baby be alone.

I feel the breath of hell on my neck and I know. This will be my final revenge for what they did to my little girl. My bull-headed, stiff-necked, brave, little girl. I'll see you in a minute, love.