In the Impala…

Dean drove down a dark road as Angel was frowning in the back seat from recounting everything that happened.

"Demons lie all the time, right?" Sam offered with a frown, not really believing it himself, "Maybe she was lying."

"Come on. That really what you think?"

Sam looked down and Angel shook her head with a scoff, "How could he do it? I mean seriously? How?"

"He did it for both of you." Sam's head came up and he looked at both of them, "To save you guys."

"Exactly." Dean scoffed, "How are we supposed to live with that? You know, the thought of him… wherever he is right now. I mean, he spent his whole life chasing that… yellow-eyed son of a bitch. He should have gone out fighting. That was supposed to be his legacy, you know? Not bargaining with the damn thing. Not this."

"He wasn't supposed to die like this." Angel rubbed her face, guilt clouding her, "Making a deal. It's not right."

"How many people do you think Dad saved?" Sam asked, "Total?"

Dean dismissed him, "That's not the point, Sam."

"Evan Hudson is safe because of what Dad taught us. That's his legacy, but we're still here. So we gotta keep going, for him."

Angel leaned forward and looked to her brother, "Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"When you were trapping that demon, you weren't… actually making that deal, right?"

Dean stared straight ahead, then glanced out the window. He reached forward and turned the radio on full blast but didn't say a word. Sam flinched as Angel's expression turned hard.