Lazarus Rising
His heart pounded in his head and he couldn't run fast enough. He was so tired. With every stride it just seemed to get closer to his heels. With nowhere left to run and no strength left in his body he stopped and turned to face it. The hellhound stared him down, pacing back and forth before making the final leap to kill. Dean yelled out in agony as it tore into his flesh.
The idea of death, the fear of it, haunts the human animal like nothing else
-Ernest Becker
Dean jerked awake and sat up suddenly, staring down at the black and white sketch of a hellhound glaring up at him from a textbook. Kayla looked over from the chair; she had seen him fall asleep but wanted him to rest.
"You ok?"
"Yeah, fine."
Sam walked into the room. "Find anything good?"
He closed the book. "No, nothing."
"Well Bobby did, finally. A way to find Lilith."
"Wow, with just thirty hours to go. Let's just go to Mexico, drink some beer, watch a donkey show…"
Sam laughed quietly. "If we save you, let's not do that."
If we save you. That 'if' was getting more frequent in their conversations.
He saw his facial expression and sat down. "Dean, we're cutting it close I know. But we're gonna get this done. I don't care what it takes, you're not gonna go to hell. I'm not letting you."
Dean watched in a quiet calm as his brother's face violently shifted to that of a demon's. He didn't freak out; he knew it was a hallucination. He'd been having them a lot but sure wasn't going to tell them about it. "Yeah, ok."
