(Sam Winchester)
It really is Dean. I can't believe my eyes. I so need to stop making not so funny references to my state of un-well being. What I can't believe is that, after all these months and after all these miles, it's Dean who's come to put me out of my misery. I grab him by the arm, pull him close and think 'sorry about the smell, bro.
"You're here then...to kill me?" I ask him but I drop off the inflection at the end and he's gotta know I'm not asking a question but begging him to do it.
"No way, Sammy," he says and I think I can hear rumbling in the heavens above and wonder if a lighting bolt's not far behind.
"Dude, it's okay," I assure him. I'm in so much pain, in my body and in my heart, that it would be a mercy killing and I've finally learned to live with such things. Dean feels that when you can't save the host, it's probably a blessing in disguise and I hope; no I need him to feel that way about me, too.
Dean pulls out of my grasp and I feel the chain pulling tight around my neck as something hot, really, really hot sears the skin down to my collarbone and he says "Sorry, it's the nail."
The relic burns everyone who tries to touch it but him and I'm no exception. The chain does slip from around my neck and Dean pulls me to my feet and says "Sorry" again when I grunt in pain. He then tells me the villagers are starting to drift back and we need to get the hell out of Dodge.
But I dig my feet in and he almost pulls me over and I shout at him, "Dean, don't! I can't take it anymore, any of this and you need to finish what you came to do when you crossed the border into Mexico. You couldn't have found me unless someone or something told you where I was."
He tells me some dude named Castiel told him only that there was some 'angel killer' that he needed to take care of in Mexico and I know right away that the 'dude' is an angel himself and that I mistakenly killed one of his brethren. When did angels become so vindictive I wonder and Dean says that when angels fall, they don't really have that far of a drop before they hit rock bottom. He adds that there's a fine line between Hostess Twinkies and Drake's Devil Dogs.
I apologize for keeping him from lunch and he just laughs and starts to pull me again but I stop and when I push him away I trip over something and fall flat on my face. I smell blood and sulfur but not Ruby.
"Watch it Sammy, you don't want to get demon slime all over your filth," Dean says then adds as an afterthought, "We'll get someplace safe, get something to eat, find a Laundromat and you'll feel like a new man."
"Jackass," I call him then get all serious on his ass. "Dean, I don't want to live like this," I tell him pointing to where I think my eyes used to be. I feel the squirming mass therein and it makes me want to die that much more.
He's quiet for a long time wondering, I'm sure, what he would do if it was him in my place. Then he just says, "Fuck it, Sammy. I'm sick and tired of it, too. Just come with me so these ungrateful sons of bitches don't kill us both and I promise if I can't talk some sense into you, I'll do whatever you want," and I can tell by his voice that he's just made me a promise that he'll keep.