A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! And to all the silent readers! I really appreciate it! After watching the season finale I've been writing my little heart out, although I kinda put this chapter in the filler section. I hope it's not just filled with nothingness.

Chapter 2:

4:01 p.m.

A loud knock echoed through the room. Dean's hand would have been placed firmly on his gun, hidden under his shirt, but he truly didn't care. He grasped the doorknob and pulled, his sullen green eyes meeting angry/happy brown eyes. Dean noticed, in that moment, that Sam was about 10 feet tall. He held himself high, demanding respect, but his chin was down, allowing people to open up to him. He was always able to comfort people, figure out the solution before it was too late, except this time.

Dean wasn't exactly sure what to do. Hug? No, he's probably too pissed. Smartass remark? No, he's probably just holding back a yell, waiting for me to say something first. Dean stared at his little brother, making a small smile cross his lips, hoping his brother wouldn't rip him a new one.

Sam moved into the room, dropping his bag on the floor. He moved towards Dean and pushed him lightly towards the bed, forcing him to sit there. Sam sat next to him, but angled his body so that he was facing Dean. There was a moment where it was quiet, peaceful, like how it used to be. But Dean's over-exaggerated sigh broke that, causing Sam to remember what he had planned to say the entire time he was driving there.

"Dean." Dean rolled his eyes, trying to act like the rebellious teenager. "Why—"

Dean stood up, moving to face Sam, "Dude, stop asking me. You know damn well why I sold my soul. You tried to do it yourself, remember? You ended up shooting the bitch instead! So don't you dare try to pretend that you don't know why I did this." He bit out every word, trying to calm his anger. He didn't know what he expected to happen, but he didn't want to go through this again.

Sam's eyes averted toward the floor. He remembered going to see the Crossroads Demon and coming up dry. He left with more bloodshed and a deal still intact. Dean wasn't too happy, but Sam just had to make sure he couldn't reverse the deal. He couldn't watch Dean die then, and he still couldn't.

"Dean that's not what I meant. Why did you leave?"

"You found my note, you should know." Dean's back was turned to Sam now; he didn't want to deal with this.

"I know, but why did you leave? I don't understand why you wanted to die alone."

"I didn't. I don't. I just…"

"Just what?"

"I just didn't want you to have that pain. I had to watch you die and it almost killed me. I need you to survive. I need you to keep living, to have that wife and the house with the white picket fence, with the 2.5 children. You deserve this. Not me."

"What makes me so much better Dean?" Sam stood up, grabbing hold of Dean's shoulders and spinning him around to face him. He could feel the pull of tears at the back of his eyes, but he ignored it. "Who are you to decide who is better? Who am I to deserve all this, when you've given yourself and more for me and Dad? You are better than any person on earth, sacrificing yourself for strangers. Why are you the one that has to die!?"

"Because…"

"Because why Dean?"

Tears were streaming down Sam's face as a tear ran down Dean's face. He wiped it away with the back of his hand, "Because I want this. You were always the one that wanted life. Well I always wanted you to have one."

"Dean..."

"No, I decided a year ago that this is how it's gonna happen. So now we just have to wait for it to happen."

"But you always said you'd go down fighting."

"I also told you that Santa Claus wasn't evil. Hey, I lie."

6:58p.m.

"Hey Bobby, where are you?"

"I'll be there soon. I got backed up. Have you found Dean?"

"Yea. I found him."

"Put that kid on the phone right now!"

Sam cringed slightly at Bobby's tone of voice. He knew Dean was about to get a mouthful, but he handed Dean the phone nonetheless. Dean, seeing Sam's reaction, shoved the rest of his hamburger into his mouth before taking the phone. "Hey Bobby," Dean spoke with food in his mouth, distorting it.

"Dean! What were you thinking?!"

There was silence on both ends of the line. Dean didn't want to answer and Bobby was waiting for one. "You had me and Sam worried sick. Don't do that again!"

"Don't worry, I won't have the chance to."

"Dean, don't say that."

"Yea. So you just wanted to scold me or did you have something to tell me?"

"Dean, I'll be there in a few hours. But I just wanted to tell you—"

"I know Bobby. I know. Call us when you get here." And the phone call was ended.

Dean moved towards the bed, lying down upon it. "I'm gonna catch some shut-eye. Wake—"

"What? Dean? Don't." Dean sat up, staring at his little brother. He had completely forgotten this was going to be their last night together. How could he just go to sleep like that? He couldn't be that selfish.

Sam stared up at him from where he sat on the floor, his burger barely eaten. He didn't even know what they would do, but he just wanted to be with his brother. He wanted to remember everything there was about Dean. Sam wanted to remember Dean as the happy, smiling, smartass guy he grew up to love. And that's how he intended to make him feel tonight.

8:27p.m.

The two Winchesters sat at the edge of the roof top, watching the cascade of oranges, purples, yellows, reds, and so many other colors fall from the sky. The sun was close to disappearing, the yellow orb disappearing from view. Dean closed his eyes, wanted to remember that forever. He knew it would be his last.

Sam moved a little closer to Dean, their shoulders touching. He wanted to grab his brother and run. Just run. He didn't ever want to let his brother go. No matter what Dean or any demon said or did. "Sam."

"Dean."

"You need to go to Missouri's."

"Now? Why?"

"Not now. Later. After." Dean blinked at the bright colors, wondering if he was just imagining the sight, waiting for it to vanish with a blink of the eye. It didn't. "She has some things for you."

"Oh."

"Yea, I went to see her today."

"I heard."

"Oh." Dean's eyes shot to the corners, watching his little brother fidget as he thought of what was going to happen in less than 4 hours. He hated doing this to him, but what's done is done. "She called you?"

"Yea. Told me to 'knock some damn sense into you.'"

"Sounds like Missouri." Dean stood up quickly, turning away from his brother. He moved towards the door leading into the building. The dying sun burned his back, making him wonder what would happen when his fire faded and died. "Sam."

It wasn't a question; it was a statement, causing Sam to only turn around and remain silent. Dean looked over his shoulder at his little brother, but stared at the ground. "I'm glad you're here with me." And Dean disappeared down the stairs.

9:35p.m.

A knock at the door caused the Winchesters to stop their game of poker and stare at the door. They knew who was behind it. Dean didn't move; he knew that Bobby would be furious with him. He looked at his little brother, begging him to calm Bobby down. Sam, on the other hand, moved towards the door, wondering what Bobby would even say to Dean. Another knock, a lot harder this time, came along with a yell, "Sam! Dean! Open this door right now!"

Sam had to suppress a smile as he stared at their old friend, his face tinted red with annoyance. He gritted his teeth and greeted the youngest Winchester. He moved his hat away from his head and scratched at his scalp. "Hey Bobby," Dean said, trying to sound pleasant. He was still sitting on the ground, looking up at the elder man.

"You."

"Me."

"What were you thinking?"

"Well to be honest, Dean never thinks," Sam chimed in. He was trying to lighten the mood and calm Bobby down. He didn't want see Bobby chew Dean out right before he was about to die.

"Hey!"

"Well, no one knows you better then your brother," Bobby chuckled. He threw a bag at Dean, which landed on top of his crossed legs. "Why don't you get the rest of 'em?"

"What? Why can't Sam?"

"Because Sam wasn't the one that ran off. Now go!" Dean complied with Bobby, not wanting to make the older man anymore agitated than he already was. He left the room in a hurry, leaving the two men there to talk.

Sam watched the door shut and turned to Bobby, "That was a little harsh." He wasn't angry, but he didn't like the fact that Dean was depressed and possibly miserable before he was…

"Well he shouldn't have left," Bobby looked over at the door, almost as though Dean was still standing there.

Sam shook his head, remembering why Bobby kicked Dean out. The information that Bobby hopefully got. His eyes glanced over at the door and waited to see if his brother was going to come in. He didn't.

Sam turned to Bobby, "Did you find her?"

"Yea. And lucky for us—" Sam grabbed Bobby's shoulder and pulled him down to sit on the bed. Sam hushed him softly, not wanting Dean to hear anything they were saying if he reached the door. "Luckily, Lilith isn't too far. About 15 minutes away."

"Then we better get going," Sam stood up and grabbed his jacket, swinging it around his body and sliding it onto his shoulders. He was readying and reviving to go after Lilith, ready to save Dean, ready to forget about all this.

"Whoa, hold on there Tex. What do you think this is? A one night stand? We can't just up and leave Dean here. Alone."

"What do you expect me to do?" Sam stared at Bobby, his arms raised in aggravation. "Wait until he's dead to go and kill Lilith?!" He couldn't figure out why Bobby wanted to wait. He didn't want to sit on this information. For God's sakes, they only had 2 hours left!

"No! But we can't leave him here. He's already shooting half-cocked. How many hallucinations has he had already?"

Sam stared at Bobby and then at the floor; he didn't even realize that Dean had been hallucinating since he found him, but he wasn't with him the entire day. What had Dean seen the entire day? Is that why he didn't drive? Was he afraid that he couldn't even trust his own eyes? "I…I don't know."

"Don't worry, Sam. I have a plan."

"That's surprising," Dean entered the room, two bags slung over his shoulder as he stood in the doorway.

"Dean, uh—"

"So what's the plan?" Dean waited to hear their plan.

Bobby stared at Sam, raising his eyebrow in question. Sam nodded his reply. Dean's eyes shifted between the two, waiting for an answer. He cocked his eyebrow.

"We found Lilith," Sam started.

"And…?"

"And I think if we can find her and kill her, we can save you," Sam continued.

"One question," Dean paused, closing the door and dropping the bags to the ground. Nothing was ever that easy. "And how are we going to kill her?"

"Well, uh." Sam looked at Bobby; he really didn't know how they were going to kill Lilith. Just the thought of finding her got him excited. Sam didn't even realize he was going to go into this without a plan, without thinking it through. But Dean was worth it.

"Okay Bobby. What was that plan you were talking about? Or do you think she'll just let me go if we ask her nicely and maybe we could have a tea party afterwards." Dean rolled his eyes, making sure they both knew that he wasn't liking where this was going.

"The Colt."

"What?" Sam asked, completely caught off-guard.

"Dude, the Colt is as dead as Bela for God's sakes. What the hell do you mean 'the Colt'?"

"I mean, Lilith has the Colt. If we could get it, we could get rid of her and maybe that'll break the deal."

"Oh, that's a great idea! Because I know Lilith will just hand over the God damned gun to us! Oh, and next you'll tell me if I click my heels three times I won't have to go to Hell either."

Even Sam cocked his head and stared at Bobby, trying to figure out how that plan would work. Maybe all these years of hunting have finally caused Bobby to go insane.

"Hey, I'm not the idiot that sold his soul to begin with so shut up so I can explain," Bobby's voice was harsh, but softened quickly as he continued. "We need help. Some demonic help."

"No!"

"Dean—"

"No, you are not summoning that bitch! Over my dead body!"

"Dean we don't have another choice!"

"Sam I said no."

"Screw you Dean!"

"What?" Dean stared at Sam, noticing all the harsh lines that crossed his face. The angry stare, his hands balled into fists. Sam took a step towards Dean, standing his ground.

"You heard me. Screw. You." He gritted out of the words as if they were their own sentences. "I don't know what the hell you are even thinking! We have a way to save you! And you refuse? Stop being so damn self-righteous, and actually care that you're about to die! I don't care what Dad said! Not all things supernatural are evil! Ruby can help and if you don't want to be a part of this, fine. But don't you dare try to stop us!" Sam pushed his way passed Dean and out the door, followed shortly by Bobby.

Dean was left alone to think. "She can't save me."

He knew that if they tried this, it could get Sam killed. Or Bobby. He wasn't willing to risk them, but if he didn't go they would still go. And in the end, Dean wouldn't be there to back them up. He rolled his head, trying to figure out what to do, but after all he knew he was going to go on with the plan. There was nothing else he could do.

10:17p.m.

Dean's eyes were on his watch the entire time. One hour and forty-three minutes. It seemed like such a short time to actual take out a demon, nonetheless the one that wants Sam's insides on the outside. It also left little time to get Ruby's help, but, of course, she wasn't cooperating. "This is suicide."

"See Sammy, even she agrees with me," Dean spoke from where he sat, in a wooden chair a few feet away from where Ruby and Sam stood. Bobby glared at Dean, but returned his stare to Ruby.

"Are you even gonna listen to me this time? Since last time, you two decided you knew better and got everyone killed," she cocked her head at Sam, trying to figure out if he was ready. If he was ready to lose his brother, to fight Lilith, to survive. She knew how to save Dean, how to kill Lilith, but there were a few things that would stand in their way.

"I told you she wouldn't help."

"Oh, shut up Dean. If you're not gonna help go sit in the car," Bobby's voice was harsh and he was fed-up. If Dean didn't want to save himself, he wasn't going to stop Bobby and Sam. Bobby was going to try to save Dean and Sam. He saw the pain that Dean went through, and he knew that Sam would definitely take it harder than Dean. Bobby just hopped that Sam wouldn't become Dean afterwards.

"Yea, Dean. If you can't play nice, don't play at all," Ruby coo-ed.

Dean rolled his eyes and looked at Ruby. "Alright, bitch." He stood up and moved closer to her. He wasn't sure if he was doing this for Sam or for himself. "Obviously you don't know how to save me, and God forbid anything that comes out of your mouth isn't just hot air. So either you help us take on Lilith, or I could exorcise you right here and be done with you."

"If you exorcise me, then what's the point in even asking for my help?" Ruby's stare turned to Dean, smiling. She really hated when he talked.

"Hey, you've got some serious supernatural-mojo going on with your knife. Either we let you keep it and you help us. Or I exorcise your ass all the way back to Hell and we take it." Dean moved back to his chair and picked up his father's journal. His fingers flipped through pages until he found the page he needed.

Ruby's eyebrow furrowed and she started to charge at Dean, but after a few steps she stopped. There was something keeping her from him. She looked up and noticed in red spray paint a Devil's Trap. "Oh, real clever Winchester."

"Obviously since you fell for it." A smirk grew across his face at the annoyance on Ruby's face.

Sam moved forward. "Ruby, just help us. It'll be better if you're with us."

Her glare turned towards Sam. "There's another way you can save Dean."

Dean had peered down at his watch, 10: 22 p.m. One hour and 38 minutes. He looked up at Ruby, waiting to hear the other option. He knew he probably wouldn't like it, probably had to do with some sort of Pagan sacrifice where they had to slaughter livestock. His eyes showed his eagerness; he didn't like their first plan, so maybe this would be a little better. Dean didn't want to die and if there was a guaranteed way to save himself, he would take it.

Something hit him. He remembered what Ruby said months ago. "There's no way of saving me from the pit, is there?"

"No."

"Why'd you tell Sam you could?"

"So he would talk to me."

"You said you couldn't save me."

"Well I lied."

Dean gave a huff and an "I told you so" look towards Sam. "How can we trust you?"

"You can't trust anyone. But I do know how to save Dean. And all you need is one person." She paused and stared at Sam.

"No!"

"Hey, you're the one that wants to live. Sam can kill Lilith. Why do you think she wants to kill him? She's afraid of him. Of his power. He could take her out without moving a finger. He just needs to tap into his power."

"No. Sam's powers are gone. They left with the yellow-eyed sonuvabitch."

"No, they're dormant," she turned her attention to Sam, softening her face and her eyes. "I can show you what to do. And you can kill her Sam. You can save Dean."

"No! Sam, you're not doing this." Dean slammed John's journal onto the ground and walked over to Sam. "You can not sacrificing yourself for me." He grabbed hold of his little brother's arm and pulled him towards the door.

Sam didn't move. "Dean, if this can save you, then I think—"

"Can't you see? She's just using you! She just wants you to become her psychic sidekick to destroy Lilith! She's gonna get you killed, and I'm not letting you die trying to save me." Dean grabbed the journal and turned away from Sam. He started to read the Latin incantation and Ruby started to grunt and growl against the pain.

"Fine! I'll help you! But you do know you're getting your brother killed." She really wasn't speaking to just Dean, but to Sam as well. She didn't want Dean to die; Sam may not be able to survive and destroy Lilith after that. But maybe, if Dean did die, she'd be able to persuade him into listening to him.

Sam moved towards her, breaking the Devil's Trap by breaking the wooden planks of the old building. Dean didn't turn around. You're getting your brother killed. "I know."

A/N: I used some ideas and quotes from the season finale. I hope no one is really annoyed with that!