As I lay there—not dying, but still feeling an incredible discomfort in my neck— Darkness approached me with a distant look on her face. "They say that eyes are windows to the soul," She said, refusing to look at me.

"Black, evil. Green, envy. Yellow, wisdom. Mine, determination. Yours…? I should have known were trouble from the start. Red with lust."

She sighed and pulled the dagger from my throat, then cupped her hand over my wound. It healed instantly from her touch and her hand returned to her side. "You wanted everything you couldn't have."

I took a deep breath, blinking a few times, before speaking. "And the girl's?"

Meg looked over to Kiers' unconscious body and shook her head. "Disgrace is what it ought to be. But, no. Her eyes were once filled with hope."

"And now?" I asked, curious about the transformation.

"It's what remains when hope is lost. I told you turning a witch was like playing with fire. You should have killed her when you had the chance."

"I can kill her now. We can kill her now. Together."

"We don't do anything anymore, Dean. The witch isn't the only one who has lost her hope."

My head half shook, puzzled by what she meant.

"Goodbye, Winchester." The Darkness said before her eyes lit up. They turned to me with pure ferocity, and I felt the life ripped from my bones. It all happened so fast, I barely knew it had hit me. The only thing I remember was when my body hit the ground. And that was it. I was dead.