"My final witness is Amy Pond," Osiris intoned.
"What is he talking about?" Sam asked Dean.
Dean paled. He had never wanted Sam to find out about this. Never.
Amy appeared in the witness box.
"State your name," Osiris said.
"Amy Pond," Amy said. OK, not exactly the name she was born with, but she had been using it for years.
"How did you die?" Osiris asked.
"He killed me," she said, pointing to Dean. She realized she didn't know his name. Only that he was Sam's brother. She stole a glance at Sam. He looked shocked and majorly pissed.
"Why?" Osiris asked.
"Because he thought I was a monster, but I'm not. I'm just a mother trying to protect her child," Amy said. Then realizing she had no idea what had happened after her death, she asked, "Did you kill my son, too?"
Sam looked at Dean. He had no idea whether he had or not and was very interested in the answer.
"No," Dean whispered. Sam wasn't going to defend him anymore. Not after this. He had asked him not to kill Amy, and he had gone behind his back and done it anyway.
"Your witness," Osiris said. He didn't really expect Sam to ask any questions. He could tell Sam was mad. This one was personal between the two brothers. It wasn't the death that Dean felt guilty about. It was the betrayal of Sam.
Sam took a deep breath. He had to push down his own feelings right now. Whatever else had happened, Dean was still his brother and he couldn't let him die.
"Amy, are you human?" Sam asked.
"Not technically," Amy answered. She felt human though. She wasn't a monster.
"What are you—technically?" Sam asked.
"A kitsune," Amy answered.
"Have you killed people?" Sam asked.
"I killed four people the week before my death. But it was only because my son was sick," Amy protested.
"I know," Sam assured her. "Did Dean know that you had killed these people?"
"Yes," Amy said.
Then Sam remembered his strategy. "How did he know?"
"He said he was your brother. I'm assuming you told him."
"That's right," Sam said. "No further questions."
Amy joined the others on the bench.
"I call Ruby," Sam said.
Dean furrowed his brow in confusion. Ruby was dead way before this Amy thing happened. Plus, she was a demon. You didn't call on a demon to help you. He had thought Sam was beyond that stupidity.
"What's going on?" Ruby asked. "Is this some kind of Apocalypse thing?"
"You'll see," Sam said. "What are you?"
"A demon," Ruby answered. She guessed she would just play along and find out what was happening. It looked like Dean was in some kind of trouble, so that was good.
"How long had you known Dean before he killed you?" Sam asked.
"A couple of years," Ruby answered.
"What was your relationship during that time? Were you friends?" Sam asked.
Ruby laughed. "Hardly."
"Then why did he wait so long to kill you?" Sam asked.
"Because you told him I was a good demon and he wanted to trust you," Ruby said.
John was shocked. Why on earth would Sam think there was such a thing as a good demon? He thought Sam was smart. He thought he had taught him that if it's supernatural it's evil. He knew he had taught Dean that lesson well.
"What was the result of having let you live so long?" Sam asked.
"I manipulated you into starting the Apocalypse," Ruby said. She could tell Dean was on trial and she was sure her answers weren't helping him any. "How's that going anyway?"
"It's over," Sam said. "What was happening when Dean killed you?"
"Lucifer was about to rise," Ruby said. "Was it great?"
"What were the last words you and Dean spoke to each other?" Sam asked instead of answering her stupid question. Of course it wasn't great.
"I said he was too late and he said he didn't care."
"So, is it fair to say that Dean would just assume that any monster I wanted spared was manipulating me?" Sam asked.
"Sure," Ruby said.
"Would that be an assumption anyone would make?" Sam asked.
"I would say so," Ruby answered.
"No further questions."
Dean went up to the witness stand.
"Do you wish you had killed Ruby earlier?" Sam asked.
"Yes," Dean answered.
"Do you regret killing the yellow-eyed demon?" Sam asked.
"No," Dean said, wondering what that had to do with anything.
"Do you regret killing that shapeshifter back in St Louis?"
"No."
"Do you regret killing that djinn who gave you that great dream?"
"No."
"Do you regret killing those freaky pagan gods who were totally into mistletoe?"
"Defnitely not."
"Do you regret killing those ghouls who killed our brother?"
"No."
John perked up at that. They knew about Adam? Ghouls had killed him?
"Do you regret killing the wraith in that insane asylum?"
"No."
"Do you regret killing that whole vampire nest that was writing those creepy novels?"
Dean shuddered. "No."
"Then why do you regret killing this monster?" Sam asked, guiltily indicating Amy. He didn't want to call her a monster or a freak, but he would do what he had to to save his brother.
"I don't," Dean said.
"no further questions," Sam said.
Osiris shook his head sadly. Sam had missed the point. Dean hadn't felt guilty about killing the kitsune at all. He felt guilty about betraying Sam, and Sam had done nothing to dispel that guilt.