Present Day
The water rippled under the dock, peaceful waves crashing slowly against wooden supports as the two brothers, one dead, one not, stared into the depths.
"You're still down there, aren't you?" Sam asked, his face set, eyes threatening to start leaking at any moment.
Dean just shook his head. "Not anymore."
"I have to burn what's left, Dean," the younger insisted, "you can't stay here."
"It's my afterlife," the elder pointed out, "and I can do whatever I want in it."
"You really want to stay?"
"I want to help you."
"Where's your body, Dean?"