A/N: Okay Pippin, you asked for it...hope this keeps you for at least...oh I don't know...two minutes, hehe! The tension is closing in fast isn't it???

Disclaimer: I don't really see the point, but...


Humphry led Dean into the execution chamber. Dean saw old sparky sitting all alone, and the realization of his impending doom slapped him in the face. He breathed hard and almost collapsed in dough boy's arms.

"Come on kid. Once it's over you won't feel a thing!" Humphry laughed, then pushed Dean all the way into the room. The clock on the wall read 12:42, and Dean closed his eyes. No longer wanting to count seconds, to even think of time. He just wanted to think of Sam and Bobby. That was all he had, and that was all that mattered.

Richards limped in and helped Humphry and another guard buckle Dean to the chair. He glared at Dean the entire time, but said nothing. He knew a threat when he heard one, and he wasn't taking any chances.

As Richards finished, he pushed a button, and a curtain across the room opened and a large window revealed witnesses. Dean had heard the drape open, and he opened his eyes. Seeing the families in front of him, he broke down. Being on the opposite side of the fence was not a good feeling. The mother of Angela Mortimer was crying, and holding her other daughter tight. The daughter was glaring at Dean. Terry's wife, son-in-law and grandson all sat stoic. Terry's daughter had died only six months prior in a botched convenience store robbery. The murder had yet to be solved.

As Dean stared at the families, a priest slowly walked in, bible in hand, rosary at the ready. Dean caught him out of the corner of his eyes. He knew why the man was there, and he lost all composure. All tears he had been holding in, broke past his emotional flood gates and slipped down his outer shell, pieces chipping away little by little.

"Son, do you have the Lord in your heart?" The priest took Dean's hand in his. Dean could barely breath. The priest knelt next to Dean, gripping his bible.

"For your soul to be pure, you must repent of your sins. You must ask his forgiveness my child. The Shepard will welcome his flock only when they are cleansed of all unholiness. Do you want to be a lamb of God?" The priest stared into Dean's eyes calmly. Dean nodded, still crying.

"Please God, I have done so many things in my life. I have lied, cheated and stolen. I know you see into my heart, and know there is goodness there. Please believe that I did not harm anyone as they say I did. I am innocent!" Dean shouted. The priest was gripping his rosary, praying as he did so.

"You have been absolved of your sins." He touched Dean's forehead. "In the name of the father, son and the holy ghost. Amen." He kissed his hand, then stood. Dean stared up at him. He felt somehow different, but he was not sure why. He had never taken stock in religion, that was Sammy's thing, but today he needed it more than anything. If he, by some strange miracle, made it out of this, he would start going to church regularly. Maybe a good dose of Faith was just what he needed to keep him sane in times of all this uncertainty.

Dean looked at the clock again. It read 12:46. Only a minute to go.