AUTHOR'S NOTES: I freely admit that I am an evil author. I do cliffhangers and teasers hoping to catch readers and keep them wanting more.

Now in the canon episode, we never get to read the letter Dean wrote. Well, for this story I made it three separate letters.

The bulk of this chapter will be a doozy, and I hope to have the rest of season 5 done before the season 7 premiere.

A quick little aside. I'm still interested in someone who could do some sort of fan art to go with this story. (Photoshop or drawing. I'm cool with both.) But FYI, I'm totally broke. But if you are willing to help me out of the goodness of your heart, I can repay you with a one-shot story of your choosing. (Categories I know are on my profile.)

Okay! Cue the angst!

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Point of No Return—The Letters

Sam,

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that I'm giving up. That I'm running away. I wish I could run away, Sammy. I wish like hell I could walk away from everything and live that apple pie life you used to want so bad.

And honestly, that's why I'm doing this. I'm taking my place in this showdown before Lucifer does what he's promised to and makes you his meat suit. I can fight Lucifer. I might even be able to end him one and for all.

But I can't do it if the face Lucifer is wearing is yours.

I know it won't save everyone, but it'll save more people than the Devil roasting the planet.

Don't worry about yourself, Sam. Or Bobby or Ellen and Jo or Fi. I'll make sure they're okay.

Speaking of Fiona… After you read this, I need you to do something, Sammy. There's an envelope at the bottom of my duffel with every last dollar I've got. Promise me you'll use it to put a ring of Fiona's finger. Then you two walk away from hunting forever. Settle down, have some kids… Name one of them after me if you're not still pissed off at me for saying 'yes'.

I love you, Sammy. I've never really said it because I never thought it needed to be said. But you're my brother and I love you with all my heart. I wouldn't be doing this if there was any other way to protect you.

Your big brother (aka 'Jerk'),

Dean Bryan Winchester

Bobby,

As you're reading this I'm sure the words 'you damn idjit' are coming out of your mouth with increasing intensity.

You've been more of a father to me than my own dad and I know right now you want to wring my neck.

But I'm the one who started this whole thing. I broke the first seal and this is one mess I need to clean up myself.

I hope you and Ellen are happy together and if by some miracle I make it out of this, I'm sure you two will give me an earful to no end.

But if I don't survive this, I want you to know that this isn't your fault, Bobby. And I'm not doing this out of some twisted hero complex. I'm just trying to save my family since it keeps getting smaller and smaller these days. I've lost Mom and Dad but I will not lose you, Sammy, and Fi too.

Dean

P.S.: No pine box this time, okay? I want to be salted and burned. But for the love of God, don't do anything to the Impala. I promise I won't possess her if this stupid kamikaze mission goes pear-shaped.

Dear Fiona,

I've had exactly one best friend my entire life and it's you. Well, you and Sammy. The two of you are the only people in my entire life that I've ever been able to count on.

I wish like hell things had been different. I wish you and Sam could have gotten married and had kids. I wish I could have been the best man at your wedding, giving an embarrassing speech about Sam crushing on you when he was just 4 years old.

And I wish you had told me about being depressed. I can't help feeling that if I had known, maybe I could have done something more to help.

I love you, Fiver. And I meant what I said when we were kids. I don't think I'd have made it this long if it wasn't for you. Just like that runt of a rabbit, you've kept me going even when I honestly thought I had nothing more in me.

Be strong, Fi. And take care of Sammy. I know he'll need you after all this is over.

Dean