Dean laid back on his bed. He put his headphones back on his head and turned the music on. He cranked it up as high as it would go hoping to drown out his own thoughts. He closed his eyes and the let the music work like magic. He didn't think about Kevin or Sam or Crowley. The music filled his head and made thinking impossible. Just like he'd wanted. It couldn't block out the raw emotion that tore at him, but he didn't have to hear the thoughts that caused it. Dean Winchester was master of ignoring his pain.