A/N: This is a tag to the season three ender. So if you haven't seen it and don't want to be spoiled...don't read. LOL
Bobby had kept Hannah away from the house, and Sam was glad for it. She hadn't needed to see her older brother destroyed by hell hounds. Sam hadn't wanted to see it either. Hadn't needed the last time he saw Dean alive to be writhing on the floor in pain screaming wordlessly, unable to keep his typical calm cool façade in place in the midst of this horrifying shredding of his body. Sam hadn't needed to see the blood squirting out of severed arteries, hadn't needed to see the vacant stare coming from his brother's green gaze. Hadn't needed to be the one to close them, and try to wipe the fear and pain off of that face. But he was glad that Hannah hadn't seen it. Glad that Dean's last moments in life wouldn't haunt her for the rest of her life.
Sam stayed inside for a while. He sat there and let the tears flow, gripped his big brother against his chest and sobbed, allowed all of the grief to spill out over the dead flesh. The blood leaking through his shirt didn't faze him; it was just another way for him to be close to his brother. He sat there rocking and crying for quite some time before he decided that it was time to take his brother for one last trip in the Impala.
Sam picked his brother up, one hand under his legs the other underneath his back, and carried him out of the house, blood dripping from all of his limbs. He stepped outside of the house; the demons that had been held at bay by the holy water sprinklers were gone. The only people who were standing outside were Bobby and Hannah. Sam's eyes immediately found Hannah's.
"Is he?" she asked still holding onto the hope that her big brother was still alive, despite the trail of blood he was leaving behind, despite the fact that he was allowing Sam to carry him, despite the fact that there was no movement to her usually jittery big brother. Sam nodded, bit his lip to keep from crying and this time he succeeded. Hannah's whole body seemed to collapse from underneath her. Sam couldn't blame her. It had taken several attempts to stand up with his brother's weight. His body didn't seem to want to work either. Bobby, thankfully, had been right beside her and caught her before she fell onto the ground. He held her close as she began to wail. Sam wondered briefly if this had been her reaction when he had died.
"He should have let me make a deal." She mumbled as Sam put Dean's body into the back seat. Sam's head spun to his sister. He hadn't any idea that the option of her selling her soul had been put out there. But he definitely wasn't surprised that Dean had said no. Definitely not surprised she had offered. He would have done it if it wouldn't have undermined everything Dean had done for him.
He gently finished putting Dean into the back seat, looked at the blood stained body and tears began to flow once more. Hannah broke from Bobby's arms and flung into Sam's. The siblings stood there and sobbed together. Dean was gone. In hell. And there didn't appear as if there was anything they could do.