Dean was shouting. "Sam, Sam, Sam. Hey, hey... Come here, come here, let me look at you..." he said in a hopeful tone. "Oh, hey look, hey look at me it's not even that bad. It's not even that bad, alright? Sammy, Sam! Hey, listen to me, we are going to patch you up, okay..." he promised. "You'll be as good as new. Huh?" he grabbed Sam's chin and steered his face to look at him. And I saw…his eyes wouldn't focus. And there was blood dripping from his mouth. "I'm going to take care of you. I'm going to take care of you. I gotcha. It's my job, right, watch out for my pain-in-the-ass little brother..." he smirked, and I smiled, too. Because it was true. Everything would be okay. "Sam...Sam. Sam! Sammy!" he shouted. But…Sam's head drooped onto his shoulder. "No.. no-n-n-n-n-no. Oh god...oh god...Sam!" Dean clutched tightly to Sam.

I think, in that second, my heart stopped. I knelt next to Dean as Sam lay lifeless in his arms, and…God, he wasn't…moving. Or breathing. I don't think I could breathe in that second, either. I tried to grasp the situation. Bobby and Grace had taken off in a run after that Jake motherfucker, and Piri was standing with Cadence, trying to stop her from crying. But Piri was crying too. This wasn't real. This…wasn't happening. It couldn't be. I watched the blood from Sam's mouth drip onto Dean's shirt, and…no. No, it was not happening. It was not real. This wasn't real. "This isn't REAL!" I screamed, and grabbed onto Sam's arm, joining Dean in trying to snap him out of it. "S—Sam, snap out of it, baby. Sam, come on. You…you're gonna be okay. I know you are. You…you can come out of this. You can…" I looked at Dean, who was simply crying against his shoulder. He'd given up. He'd given up on Sam. That was…not Dean. It wasn't. I felt my breath shallowing. Sam…wasn't breathing. His head was limp against Dean's shoulder. He…was dead. Sam was dead. My lifelong best friend. Was dead. Gone. Forever. There was…Sam was gone. My Sam. I put my face in my hands and screamed at the top of my lungs, before breaking down in sobs.

I must have sat there for five minutes, just crying, when I felt Grace's hand touch my arm. "Page…come on. We're all gonna go into that house over there, okay?" she asked, her voice filled with sensitivity, and numbly, I stood up and followed her. I couldn't bring a thought from my brain to my mouth, so I stayed silent, and sat in a chair next to the table, watching as Dean lay Sam's body in the next room over. Bobby took Cadence and Piri back into town, probably to stay at the Salvage Yard for the night. But Dean and I refused to be moved. And Grace stayed too. Neither Dean nor I slept a wink that night, and when Bobby came back the next morning and tried to get us to bury Sam's body, we both exploded on him like a ticking time bomb. Bobby had told Grace that Cadence needed her back at the Salvage Yard, and she went, hesitantly, leaving Dean and I alone.

I didn't have too much to say. I simply sat at the table, staring at Sam's body, trying to gather any type of coherent thought. But there was nothing. So, I just listened to what Dean was saying, as he spoke to Sam's lifeless body. "You know, when we were little—you couldn't been more than five—you just started asking questions…" he had tears in his eyes. Dean with tears…God, I swear there was nothing so powerful in the world. "How come we didn't have a mom? Why do we always have to move around? Where'd Dad go when he'd take off for days at a time? I remember I begged you—'Quit asking, Sammy. Man, you don't want to know.'" He let out a halfhearted chuckle. "I just wanted you to be a kid...just for a little while longer. I always tried to protect you...keep you safe...Dad didn't even need to tell me..." he shook his head and brushed a hand over his hair. "It was just always my responsibility, you know? It's like I had one job...I had one job..." he paused, the tears on his cheeks not relenting. "And I screwed it up. I blew it. And for that, I'm sorry," he paused to wipe his tears. "I guess that's what I do. I let down the people I love. I let Dad down. And now I guess I'm just supposed to let you down, too. How can I? How am I supposed to live with that?" he looked at me, as though I had the answers. "What am I supposed to do?" he glanced back at Sam's body. "Sammy. God. What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do?!"

I sobbed into my hands, for at least five minutes. Then, I felt Dean's hand on my shoulder. "Page. Can you promise me something?" he asked. I nodded emptily, though I wasn't sure if I could promise anyone anything at that point in time. "Take care of Sammy…" he said, and I looked at him blankly. What did he mean? He wanted ME to take care of…no. No way. I opened my mouth to object. "I'm gonna bring him back. Just…promise me you'll take care of him, okay?" he asked, and I nodded my head. "Good," he said, then walked out of the room.

I looked at Sam for a second, then…a realization dawned on me. I remembered a couple of months ago, when a demon had been taunting Dean to make a deal to bring his father back. Dean was going to—no. No, he had his daughter to think of. I had to stop him. But…I knew he wasn't going to just roll over and stop. So, I grabbed a small metal bar from the floor, put it in behind my belt. I rushed out of the house. "Dean, no…" I stopped him as he was getting into the Impala, grabbing his arm and turning him around. "No, okay? I can't let you do this. Cadence and Grace—"

"Have done a fine job so far without me," he said simply.

I shook my head. "No, Dean. No. You can't. You can't, okay? Just…no. I won't let you."

He laughed a little bit. "Page, he's my brother, okay? He's my responsibility. You promised you'd take care of him so…"

I shook my head again. "NO!" I hollered, batting the car keys from Dean's hand. "No! I WON'T LET YOU! I can't. Sam would hate me for it…" I shouted at him.

Dean was about to open his mouth to object, but I took the metal bar from behind my back and hit him as hard as I could, before he could say anything else. I leaned down and put a hand on his cheek. "I'm sorry, Dean. I really am. I know you want to be the hero here…" I whispered to his unconscious form. "But…it's my turn. Take care of Sam for me…"

I walked back into the cabin quickly, holding Dean's keys in my hand, so he couldn't get anywhere without me, I grabbed a pen and a piece of paper. To say my goodbyes, just in case I couldn't get a good deal with the demon.

'Sam,' I started. 'I don't know where to begin this, except to say that I love you, and that is why I…have to say goodbye. You were always the only one for me, no matter what happened. Tell Dean that I'm sorry…he'll know what for, and tell Piri that I'm sorry, too. For misjudging her and for treating her badly. Give Cadence that blue teddy of mine that she loves so much, too, okay? And…tell Grace that I said thank you for being a good friend. I love you, Sam Winchester. Your life is of more value to this world than mine. That I know for sure…' I had tears in my eyes, and I saw one of them hit the paper. 'Don't blame you for this, okay? And…get that bastard Jake. Yours always, Page.'

I picked up the note and walked out to Dean, setting it on his chest, then got into the Impala. I drove, putting on one of Sam's tapes that he'd brought along, that Dean always said 'no' to. If there was a chance that this could be my last hoorah? I wanted to go out with a good song in my head. 'Hundred' by the Fray? I laughed, since Sam had hated this song until I had told him I loved it. I turned it all the way up and sang along, until I came to an intersection. I stopped the Impala and took a small box from inside the dash, grabbing my ID, and the rest of the needed items to summon the demon I needed, then buried them underground.

A few seconds passed, and nothing happened. "Come on, come on…where in the hell are you?" I hollered to no one.

"You know, I don't normally kiss girls…" I heard a female voice coming from behind me.

I jumped and turned around. "Jesus Christ…" I whispered.

"Well, Page. Not who I expected to see, I'll be totally honest with you," she said, taking a couple steps closer to me. "But I can't say I'm disappointed…"

I bit my lip. "Give me…five years…" I told her. "Just five years and—"

She laughed a little and shook her head. "Page. If it had been Dean? I would have given him time. But your soul? Is worthless to me. No time, or no deal."

"None?" I asked, staring at her with a hopeless look on my face. "But…I…I want to say goodbye. Please…" I felt my hands closing. "I…"

She laughed at me. "Honey, I'm a demon. Your pouty face isn't going to work on me. Just make sure you bury Sam before he starts stinking up the joint…" she started to walk away.

I held a hand out. "WAIT! Wait. Okay, okay, I'll do it! I…" I watched her turn around and walk toward me, smirking a little.

"Last chance to change your mind…" she said, bringing her face close to mine, and though the thought crossed my mind, I couldn't do it. Sam could do…so much more than I could if he were alive. Her lips hit mine, and I felt—oh my god, the pain. I felt my knees starting to buckle, and my muscles tightened, but my body was sinking to the ground. Thoughts of Sam ran through my mind, like the first time we kissed, and all the times we kissed after that…like his smile and his laugh, and his touch and…him, and…the last thing that went through my mind before I fell into a pool of blackness was that there was no way in hell (literally) that I would regret this. Ever. I loved Sam Winchester, and wanted him to live a full life, even if it meant I didn't get to anymore. I love you, Sam…I thought before I stopped feeling anything.