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Carry On My Wayward Son...
The night was clear. He said his last good byes to all his family; one last good look at his house; one last look at his life before departure..
"Ready?" Sam packed his things into the car.
"Let's roll, man" Dean got into the drivers seat just like old times with his co-pilot at his side.
"Dude, Bon Jovi?" Sam gave him a sideways glance.
"Hey! He can be awesome…sometimes." He blasted "Dead or Alive" through the Impala.
"'Cause I'm wanted…dead or alive."
In about ten hours they managed to steal Ruby's knife; Ruby a demon allied they found last year thanks to Sam. She was the only insider they had. Some Lilith demon had his contract. Maybe finding her and excising her would get Dean his life back, but time was running out.
"We need to surprise her. Take her off guard, Sam"
New Harmony was quiet… too quiet. With only and hour to go they needed to find her and finish her.
"Hand over the knife, Dean" Ruby may look weak, but she's got a hell of a grip. She shoved Dean into a nearby fence.
"Let him go or die." She loosened her grip on Dean thanks to Sam and the knife he had at her throat.
"What do you suppose we do now? Lilith is in there, but this is surrounded by demons." They sneaked around a garden smoking out a couple of Lilith's protectors.
"Too late!" A fleet of black eyed demons hounded the trio.
They rushed onto the lawn of where Lilith resided. The holy water sprinklers created a barrier between them and the demon army.
"Hurry get inside! Find her" They tip toed around the decaying corpse in search of their prey.
Upstairs, Sam entered the room with door slightly ajar. A canopy bed with a mother and cuddled child laid in the middle of the room. The mother's fear stricken eyes met Sam's.
"Kill her! Kill her!" She whimpered afraid to wake the demon child. Just as Sam rose the knife the youngster awoke.
"It's not her, Sam!" The child shrieked just as Dean stopped Sam from finishing her off.
"Now what?" Dean had less then a minute. All he could think of was his family.
"I'm not letting you die, Dean! Just remember what Dad taught us. Take care of my family, Sam! Don't let go of yours because of me!" Tears soaked Sam's face as the clock was close to midnight. They embraced one last time. The clock struck twelve. The howling of the hound echoed through the house. Turning around Dean came face to face with the hellhound.
"There he is… he's here." Sam, Dean and Ruby ran for the back. Dean rushed into the first room possible locking Ruby and Sam out.
"Dean! Don't do this Dean!" Sam banged on the door.
"Get out of here! The demons are outside, Sam! Leave now!"
"No! I won't leave you!" But it was too late. The hound got in some way past the goofer dust and past Sam. Dean's painful cries filled the house. Nothing Sam could do would stop the hound. He witnessed how it ripped Dean to shreds.
"No! Dean! No! Stop!" Sam held his brother until his last breath.
"Dean? No please, Dean…" Sam hugged his blood drenched brother close to his body.
"Dean…"
His physical pain had ended, but his soul was in hell. The pain he felt there was beyond belief.
"Sam! Sam!...Help!"
No matter how hard he cried or yelled for his loved ones, no one would hear him. He was alone in hell; the flames of the inferno burning his memories away, burning his humanity.
"Help me! Sam… Anyone."
"Carry on my wayward son.
There'll be piece when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more…"