Sam didn't exactly know how long he had been sitting on the floor holding his brother and crying. Time somehow seemed to slow down as his worst fears had become a reality. For this whole year this aching worry had stayed with him, yet somehow he tried his hardest to hold onto any hope there was. Night after night he prayed that something would stop this from happening. He didn't want to believe it, he couldn't. After his father he knew he wouldn't be able to live with himself knowing his brother had given up his soul for him.

He had watched completely helpless as the hell hounds tore him apart. He watched pinned against the wall as they dragged Dean screaming onto the hard wooden floor and slashed him to ribbons. Dean had screamed as his shirt was torn open and his chest became bloody. He yelled in utter pain as his arms and legs were clawed apart as well. Sam screamed watching him as Dean stiffened for a moment, blood splashing up in his face.

After Lilith had disappeared he stared down at the bodies of his brother and Ruby.

He held Dean, who's green hazel eyes stared up blankly at the ceiling. He still felt warm and Sam almost expected for Dean to blink and look at him. Instead he was still, there was no pulse nor life left inside of his big brother. He laid there in his arms, his handsome face sprayed with blood as his glazed over lifeless eyes just stared up.

"No..."

He had cried holding onto him.

Finally it was almost around dark, Sam almost expected the police to come but they didn't instead as the light shifted in the room, Sam sniffled and found himself in the same position he had been in hours ago.

It was over, Dean was really dead.

The hell hounds had taken him.

Looking down at his brother he reached into his pocket and took out his cell phone. Dialing it, he messed up the number twice before finally finding his contacts. He did this as if he was watching himself from somewhere else, an actor playing a part on stage. He felt empty, lost, and floating somewhere.

He clicked the button and held his phone with a shaken hand.

It rang once, twice...and finally...

Bobby answered, his voice low and flat.

"Sam?"

Sam took a second before he found his throat locking up. Unable to speak new tears formed in his eyes and rolled down his face.

"It's done isn't it?"

Bobby asked.

Sam choked out a half sob before nodding. They had gotten split up with Bobby and he didn't know where they were. Sam didn't have the strength to tell him what had happened, just muttered the exact address and told him to hurry before hanging up.

Looking down at Dean, he fumbled for his phone again.

It rang nearly four times before he heard Lucy's voice on the other end.

"Hello?"

Sam took a deep breath. Just the night before when Dean and him were riding around, Dean had mentioned that he had in fact visited Lucy. That he couldn't really explain it, but he needed to make sure things were all right between the two of them before grinning and telling Sam that the two of them went on down to city hall and made it official. Sam couldn't believe it before Dean sighed, looking ahead as he drove.

"I didn't want to make her a widow, and I know it's too late to really make up for anything...it just felt right."

Sam nodded, he didn't fully understand but from the look on Dean's face underneath how scared he really was, he seemed happy.

Now Sam was speaking to Lucy, a girl he had pretty much grown up with and thought of as a sister. The same girl who was his brother's wife. Now he had to tell her that Dean was dead.

"Lucy..."

"Sam what is it?"

Sam took a second, he was kneeling down beside Dean, he hadn't moved in what seemed like hours. His legs felt stiff, and everything seemed to be spinning. Glancing down at Dean he saw that his blood had now hardened and turned an off purplish brown color. Some of it had touched his hands as he held Dean and felt sticky against his skin. Dean's flushed color was now faded and his arms and legs all ready felt cold to the touch. His once vibrant green eyes now stared up slightly clouded and glazed over, lifeless.

Sam couldn't speak, he honestly couldn't say it, but just like Bobby Lucy knew this was coming. There was a pause on the other line when finally she said...

"He's dead isn't he?"

Her voice was flat sounding. Sam sniffled and nodded before slowly saying through tears.

"Yeah..."

"Where are you?"

"Lucy..."

"Where Sam?"

She said, more stern sounding. Sam took a deep breath, if anyone had the right to be here...it would be her.

A few hours later...

It was dark by then.

Bobby had arrived and Sam was at the door when he knocked. Both men stared at each other before Sam trembled and Bobby came forward, wrapping his arms around him as Sam broke down crying. He tried to comfort him like a father was supposed to. Sighing, he now understood that Sam's was all gone.

Mary, John, and now Dean.

He flicked on a few of the lights before going to the room in the back, the lights from the living room spilled in through the open arch way of the french doors. It gave enough light in the darkened room to show the two bodies laying on the floor. When Sam first heard Bobby's knocking, he couldn't move. At first he thought it would be the police or somebody coming to see what had happened. Instead he hadn't heard sirens or any noise since this morning.

When he did get up his legs almost gave out from underneath him, almost in a daze he had answered the door.

Bobby stood in the doorway looking in at the sprawled out bodies of Dean and the young girl Ruby had taken over.

"Damnit Dean..."

Bobby muttered under his breath before wiping his eyes with his sleeve.

Sam told him not to touch him, they were waiting for Lucy. At first Bobby looked stunned, asking why on earth he would have called her? That they should get going now, and not wait. But the moment he saw Sam's poor heartbroken eyes he knew better not to say anything else. Instead the two of them waited.

Finally the heard the sound of Lucy's jeep engine up front before waiting. A moment later there was a knock on the door and Bobby answered it. The hours since, they had sat in the living room in complete silence. Ignoring the other bodies and not even bothering to talk. In the next room Dean laid dead, and there wasn't anything they could do about it.

Lucy stood on the dark porch, she was in jeans and a black tight T-shirt. She had her boots on and her hair was tied back with a scar. Her face pale with circles underneath them. She stood there for a second before looking at Bobby's worried expression and biting her bottom lip and looking down.

"Is he here?"

Bobby's eyes dropped.

"Yeah..."

Before he could say another word Lucy pushed past him and the sound of her boots clicking down the hallway filled the now empty and silent house. She met Sam who was standing in the doorway leading to the back room. She stopped for a moment before Sam stared down at her, his eyes filling with tears.

"Lucy..."

Lucy glanced up at him for a moment, tears beginning to build in her own eyes before she walked forward into the darkness, stepping over Ruby's body as if she was just a pile of rags. Hesitating, she stood there for a moment looking down at Dean's body before slowly doing down to her knees.

He laid there, lifeless, still staring up.

She knelt down beside him before leaning over, her eyes filled with pity and regret. The light from the other room spilled in, casting just enough light to see him. She looked him over, his eyes staring up at nothing, no longer with the same color in them. His full lips slightly parted, blood flecks sprayed lightly up on his face and slightly unshaven neck.

She looked down at his torn apart clothes and the ugly wounds left behind, it looked as if a very large animal had been at him and tore him apart. She gently touched the wounds with her fingertips before drawing back and looking at his torn up leg as well. Sighing, she felt for one of his hands and found it.

It felt cold and stiff against hers. Bringing it up, she pressed it against her face and shut her eyes as a silent tear fell from her.

This was her husband. The same man she had grown up with, the one she had lost her virginity to, the one she had spent so many nights laying on the Impala hood watching the stars. The same man who she had hunted with, and fallen in love with. The same one she had fought with and cried over. The one that she had never stopped loving and worrying about.

Thinking back to his visit just a few days ago, she saw his wedding band on the other hand and took a deep breath, her chest shaking. In the end it had been made clear that the two had a very good understanding and finally saw that they loved each other very much.

She felt awful.

Her husband was dead.

Dean was dead and now in hell.

No, she couldn't think like that...she just couldn't.

Opening her eyes, she stared down at Dean and with a shaken hand began to brush back his hair gently and with love. She did this for an hour or so before finally Bobby came forward with Sam who looked just as lost as she did. Clearing his throat, he told them they better get going.

The next morning...

Lucy had insisted on digging Dean's grave.

Bobby had mentioned maybe burning it but Sam refused, he barley spoke that night other than making sure his brother's body was wrapped up and safe. Bobby has drove his car first, taking Dean's body which was carried into the back seat by him, Sam, and Lucy. When they first lifted him off the ground, they didn't think they could do it. Dean had been a heavy guy and seemed to weight ten times more. Finally they slowly backed him out and into the back seat. By then Lucy had shut his eyes which made it just a little bit better to deal with.

Sam had stared at the blood puddle Dean had left before glancing down at Ruby's body. Feeling nothing but sick, he turned and flicked off the lights before following Bobby and Lucy outside.

They all had to take their own cars.

Bobby drove first, with Dean's body in the back seat. A few hours later they reached the side of the road and all parked out of sight. By then it had begun to lightly rain. Bobby had gotten his shovel and spade out of his truck and Lucy and Sam insisted on carrying Dean by themselves as they went down the small slope off the highway and into the darkness.

Bobby carried a flash light and found the small clearing he had talked about.

They all worked without speaking, as the rain got heavier and heavier. The night sky above seemed to give an off dark pink color, almost the shade you would see before a snow storm. Bobby had offered to help but both said no. They laid Dean's body down carefully on a dry patch underneath an old pine tree.

Lucy began to dig. Sam at first asked if he could help and she simply said no, so instead he went back to the Impala and got Dean some fresh clothes. With a little help from Bobby they changed Dean's very stuff and cold body out of his torn apart shreds of clothes and into a new shirt and jeans. They did so in silence, not admitting how badly they wanted to scream whenever they touched one of Dean's ugly deep claw marks.

Sam had wiped off the blood that was left on his brother's face as Lucy dug deeper and deeper in the mud. After an hour Bobby told her to stop, by then Lucy was a few feet down into the muddy soil. It was caked onto her clothes, arms, hands, and legs. Her hands had blisters and were bleeding from shoveling. The rain was pooling up around her ankles, and the dirt was turning into mush every time she threw it over her shoulder. By then she was filthy and drenched. Offering his hand, Bobby pulled Lucy out and set her on her feet before he headed to his truck. Lucy stood there for a moment, before throwing down the shovel which made a heavy click against the ground. It was pouring now and her eyes seemed blank.

Lucy turned and went underneath the tree where Dean's body laid. Sam had now re-dressed him and had his hands crossed over his chest. His eyes shut, and his body still. Lucy stared down at him before kneeling down. Sam just sat there, the pile of Dean's torn up bloody clothes beside him. Sighing, he leaned over and took Dean's necklace off.

He held it for a second, looking down as if remembering some memory before sighing and looking at Lucy.

"Do you...want it?"

Lucy shook her head before looking down at Dean's wedding band. She bit her bottom lip before Sam noticed this.

"I can take that off for you..."

Lucy shook her head.

"No, leave it..."

They sat in silence as Lucy gently brushed back Dean's hair.

Bobby went back to his truck and brought back some old wooden boards and nails. Silently he began to build a coffin, or just a simple box to throw Dean's corpse in since he knew Sam and Lucy would have agreed Dean deserved better. Knowing he wanted this over with as quickly as possible he worked as fast as he could before finally putting together a pine box which was about six or so feet. He dragged it back, his joints aching knowing this night would never be over.

Light hadn't touched yet and it was raining harder than ever, thunder sounding in the air.

All three of them helped lift Dean up and place him into the box, it seemed like a good enough fit and the three of them all stood around it, looking down as rain gently poured down on Dean's face. Just a few hours ago Dean had been alive.

Now...

Sam closed his eyes, his head was pounding...he couldn't stop thinking about it.

There was no prayers, no moment of silence, or words of comfort. Dean wasn't in a better place. He was suffering somewhere and there was nothing they could do about it.

Before placing the cover on, Lucy knelt down beside the box and leaned over, gently she kissed Dean's forehead and whispered...

"I'll always be your Lucy doll...and I promise we'll find a way to get you back..."

With that she looked up at Bobby with wide tear filled eyes.

"Help me cover him up, I don't want it to keep raining on him."

She said in a choked up voice. Carefully the three of them moved the box into the shallow grave and with a thud it was in. Putting the cover on, Bobby nailed the planks in as Sam and Lucy watched, both holding hands as the rain kept pouring on them.

Sam filled the grave and within a half an hour it was filled. Patting the wet soil down they all stood around, not saying a word.

The rain was slowly letting up.

Bobby sighed, taking his hat off for a moment and muttering about getting around to making a cross or something. Sam didn't say a word, instead he just stared down at the ground as did Lucy. Buried there was Dean...

It was really over.

Finally once a little light began to part through the clouds, Bobby told them they better get going. Sam sighed, wiping his eyes knowing he was in pretty bad shock before nodding. This horrible aching pain he was feeling sent his entire body into a horrible aching that wouldn't go away.

"Yeah, come on..."

He tried to pull on Lucy's hand but she wouldn't budge. Sam lifted an eyebrow, the rain was letting up and he knew in no time the skies would begin to clear. As it continuance to drizzle on them he sighed and took a step forward.

"Lucy..."

Lucy stared down, her face beginning to crumple before she looked at Sam.

"I...don't wanna leave him out in the rain..."

Sam sighed before gathering her up in his arms. Lucy only cried for a moment before she shook her head and roughly shoved back.

"Lucy!"

Lucy ran up the hill towards the trees as Sam watched. Bobby stepped forward shaking his head.

"Let her be Sam..."

Lucy stumbled a few times before reaching the side of the road. Digging in her pockets, which were filthy with mud and grit, she pulled her car keys out and fumbled before starting the jeep. Putting it in place, she began to speed down the road, her vision blurring with tears.

She just needed to escape, she couldn't take this...it couldn't be happening.

Beating the steering wheel with her hands, she cried out.

Why did this have to happen? Why did her Dean have to die?

Wiping her eyes, she promised herself she would get his back no matter what.

Not knowing that in just a few months, her wishes would come true.