I know I already posted Dean's POV on this theme, but I realized I left something out. So here it is, fixed up. The large italicized section is courtesy of Ridley's "Heroes Revisited".

Dean (During In My Time of Dying)

Sitting here looking at my body, it's weird. I guess anyone would think that, even most hunters. But besides the whole out-of-body shit, memories keep popping in my head. Well, they say when you're dying that your life flashes before your eyes, so I guess I get the extended version of "This is Your Life." Oh joy. At least it's not some freaky dream of that psychiatrist again. Ugh, here we go again.

Mackland enjoyed his colleague's discomfiture, but decided to intervene. "I think it's because there are no good role models. Kids don't have heroes these days."

"Don't look at me." John shook his head at his old friend. "The Duke was my hero."

"Which one?" Caleb asked around a cocky grin. "Bo or Luke? Because I definitely saw you as more of a Cooter type."

"Funny. And who was your hero, tough guy? Rambo?"

"Are you kidding? Chuck Norris, of course."

"I call bullshit on that one." Dean piped in, only to receive a scowl from the pastor. "Yeah, yeah…language." The teen rolled his eyes. "But I know exactly who Caleb's hero was." He glanced conspiratorially to his younger brother. "Remember when he wore nothing but pastel t-shirts and those deck shoes."

"Sonny Crockett." Sam laughed with a nod.

"No, I didn't." Caleb defended, heatedly. "I have never worn pink or yellow in my life."

"It was aqua." Mac nodded, a finger pressed thoughtfully to his chin. "That t-shirt you wore all the time with the white jacket over it. I remember it quite clearly."

"And those shoes without socks as I recall," Jim added.

John laughed. "Oh, please tell me you have a picture."

"Actually…"

I remember that. That was right after that damn rawhead got the drop on them. Damn I hate those things. But anyways, heroes huh? Sam insinuated that Dad was my hero, which is preferable for everyone to think than who it actually is. And no it's not Caleb. He's a great friend and all but no hero stuff there. Damien is too….well, he's Caleb.

Mom. I can't help but think that she would have been able to hold us together if she were still here. Apart from the hunting, maybe she could have kept Sam and Dad from trying to kill each other. Sometimes I just wish she was here. Or maybe this is the end for me and I can see her again and not have to be the middle man anymore.

Damn, dyin' makes you pretty sissy Dean. Sammy would be trippin' out right now. Speaking of which, he better not junk my car. Its bad enough he crashed my baby. He's been gone too long. I'll go see if he's in Dad's room.