Dean breaks the glass holding the axe in the hallway. He grabs it and runs to Sam lying on the floor. Sam looks at him horrified. He shields himself with his arms knowing it won't help. Sam cries "Dean, no!". Dean doesn't hear him.

He raises the axe above his head and brings it crashing down destroying Sam's face. Warm blood sprays across Dean's lips. He tastes the bright coppery flavor of his brother's life's blood. It thrills some primitive dark place in him. He raises the axe again and savagely strikes Sam's nonresponsive body. Something about Sam's lack of movement makes him falter. He lowers the bloodied axe and looks at the horror of his brother's body that he's created. He feels the cooling spatter of blood and brains on his face. He feels the slippery wetness of Sam's blood on the handle of the axe. Horrified, he drops the axe and raises his trembling bloody hands. He stares at them with widening eyes in disbelief.

"No! "Oh my God, Sam!" He cries. "What have I done?" "No, Sam, No!" He cries while holding Sam's mutilated body close. "It's ok Sam, I got you, it's not that bad".