Ella sat on the hood of the Impala, staring up at the pale blue evening sky. The last two weeks had gone by so quickly, and the time before Dean would become a Hellhound's chew toy was drawing dangerously closer as every minute ticked by. It was now close to six o'clock, which meant there was a little over six hours left. Ella let out a deep sigh as she scooted back a little, leaning on the windshield. Dean pulled a beer out of the cooler that was propped up against the left front tire and handed it to her.

"Thanks," she mumbled. They had been setting up camp out in an abandoned field a little while away from some abandoned mobile homes. They sat up a couple of foldable chairs out around the place that would be their campfire in a few short hours, and also stocked up on things like graham crackers, Hershey's chocolate, and marshmallows, for the 'smores they would make later on It seemed like a strange thing to do in a situation such as theirs, but once the clock struck midnight, Dean would be gone, and their hearts would ache for those little campfire moments.

Ten minutes passed and still there was no sign of Oshea. She had promised she would be back in time and if Ella had not known where her sister had gone off to, she might be worried about her safety. But now as she sat on the Impala and looked over at Dean's stoic expression as he sat in one of the foldable chairs watching the sun slowly set, the only thing she was worried about was Oshea showing up before it was too late.

Sam ran his fingers through his hair as he finished setting up the campfire. He was keeping himself as busy as possible, not wanting to think about the fact that tonight his brother would be torn apart in front of him and be gone forever. He swallowed back the lump in his throat and fought to keep the moisture in his burning eyes from spilling over. Clearing his throat, he looked from the neat pile of wood that was all ready for burning and watched his brother a moment. "Don't worry," he said, standing to his feet and brushing the dust off of his jeans. "She'll be here." He stepped away and walked toward the Impala, snatching up a beer for himself before standing near Ella. He was worried about Oshea, too. What if things had not gone well?

Even though he and Ella knew where she was, she had not contacted them at all during the few weeks she had been gone. Just as he was about to say something to Ella, he heard the sound of twigs snapping and leaves crunching. He stiffened, for a terrible moment thinking that the Hounds were early, but as he saw the slender form stepping delicately through the brush, he relaxed and smiled a little in relief.

Oshea was wearing a snug green sundress and her thick red hair had been pulled up into an elegant, high ponytail with a few strands framing her face. She was carrying a steaming pan with her. She passed by Ella and Sam and moved to stand beside of Dean. She swallowed hard, "Dean... I ... I have something for you." She said quietly, the tips of her fingers tapping against the side of the pan that was carrying a freshly made apply pie.

Dean slowly stood up from the chair, and as Oshea approached him, and at first he thought it was just another hallucination, much like the reoccurring nightmares he had been having for the past few days as the deadline came closer. But as she stood there, he could smell the apple pie clearly. "How did you..." He couldn't find words to finish the sentence, he just stared, and looked at her eyes, which were, for the first time staring back at him. Like she could see him.

Oshea smiled a little sadly, biting her lower lip as tears came into her eyes. She carefully sat down the pie beside of the ingredients for the 'smores then turned back to him. "I... I'm so sorry I wasn't here for those few weeks... I wanted... well, I..." She stared at him, tears easing down her cheeks. "I wanted to see you before..." She couldn't finish. "I had surgery... I can see now, Dean.."

Dean's eyes widened a bit. "So you got on a plane, paid thousands of dollars for surgery, and came all the way back here just to be able to see me before I get clawed to pieces?" He sighed as he smiled, and then his smile faded. "You do realize you're now going to have to actually see me get clawed to pieces, right?"

Oshea swallowed hard, lowering her eyes as she nodded. "I know...," She whispered, curling her arms around herself. "But... I don't want to think about that now." She looked up at him again, her eyes taking in his features. She lifted a hand and touched his cheek. "You're so handsome..."

Ella watched, smiling a little at the two of them and then looking over at Sam.

Dean's smile returned, forming into a grin. "Who's ready to make 'smores?"

Sam glanced to Ella, offering a weak smile before he looked back to his brother. He simply could not imagine his life without his older brother there and it was his fault that Dean was going to die. He stretched out his hand, which was slightly shaking, and took Ella's. At the question, he straightened and nodded, "I am." He said quickly. He wanted to stay busy.

Oshea smiled back at Dean and lowered her hand, brushing tears from her eyes and cheeks. "Me, too. But you have to save room for some of my pie," She said to Dean as she sat down in the chair beside of his.

Sam shook his head. "You don't have to worry about that, Dean's a bottomless pit."

Dean said nothing. Instead he sat back down in his chair and grinned.

"I'll go get some more wood for the fire," Ella said, nodding her head towards the woods.

Sam nodded, jumping up a little quickly. "I'll come, too." He said, moving after Ella. Oshea smiled a little back at them then turned toward Dean. She could not believe that this was their last night together. She felt tears gathering in her eyes and she looked away.

"So... would you like a slice of pie, Dean?"

Dean watched his brother and Ella disappear into the trees near the field, and then looked at Oshea. "Do you even have to ask?" He replied with a wide grin.

Sam was very quiet as he walked away from the campfire. He could not believe this was happening and there was nothing he could do about it and it was his fault. He stopped walking and stared at the ground, feeling utterly hopeless. "This is my fault..." he said after a moment. "It's all my fault.."

Ella sighed as she picked up a medium sized branch, dragging it along as she let her hand fall to her side as she approached Sam. "It's not your fault, it's not anyone's fault, Sam. You died. You were killed, you can't control that sort of thing. I'm an older sibling. So I understand one hundred percent why Dean made that deal. And I know for a fact if something happened to Oshea, I would do the same thing for her in a heartbeat. And I wouldn't want her blaming herself for something that was out of her control." She stared meaningfully at Sam before turning around to pick up more branches and twigs.

"I just... I can't believe that he's...," he swallowed hard, leaning back against one of the trunks of the trees. "There's nothing I can do, Ella... he's always been there for me, always saved me without caring what it cost him, and I can't... I can't help him. He's going to be torn to pieces and dragged to Hell and there's nothing I can do about it." Moisture was spilling over his cheeks.

Ella sat the branches down and walked over next to him slowly, unsure what to do at the moment. "I wish I could say something to fix it, to make it all better. I know it hurts," she said, placing a hand gently on his arm. "Especially for you. But we all have to pull through this. Tonight is his last night. It's our last night with him. So let's make the most of it." It killed her to see Sam like this. She couldn't imagine the pain he was going through, and would have to go through by the night's end.

Sam swallowed hard and nodded, lifting a hand to brush his tears away. "I know." He said quietly. He sighed and walked over to the branches, gathering them up. "Come on, let's get back to them... I don't want to be away from him too long." He said quietly. Ella was right, this wasn't the time for him to break down. He needed to go and be with his brother and help him face what was coming.

A couple of hours later, the sun had gone down and the four of them were sitting around the campfire underneath the starry night sky. They had finished Oshea's apple pie, and had moved on to making 'smores. The time was 10:42. The fire was crackling and popping, and making their shadows flicker onto the trees behind them.

Oshea finished off her 'smores and glanced at her watch in the firelight. She frowned slightly as she read the numbers. They had just an hour left. She could not believe this was happening. Sam had not eaten anything and now, he was pacing back and forth near Ella's chair. He was racking his brain, trying to think of some way they could stop what was about to happen.

Ella sat the metal 'smores stick down, and licked a little bit of the melted chocolate off her fingers, then gently dusting off her hands on her dark jeans. She looked up at Sam, concerned, picking up one of the 'smores she had made and offering it to him with a weak smile.

Sam slowed to a stop and glanced down at the 'smores she was offering him. He sighed and took it, nibbling on the edges of it. Once he had finished it, he looked to Dean. "There has to be something that we can do." he said lowly. "We can't just sit around here and let this happen."

Dean sighed, not lifting his eyes from the fire. "Sam..."

"No, Dean." Sam said desperately. "NO... I am not going to just sit here and pretend that everything's going to be alright. You're going to be torn apart and dragged down to Hell in half an hour. There HAS to be something that we can do." He was breathing hard and his fists were clenched at his side. He swallowed hard and shook his head. "I'm not going to let this happen to you!"

"Yes you are!" Dean said, raising his voice as he jumped up from the chair. He sighed. "Yes you are, Sammy. It's... it's too late. What's done is done, Sam."

Sam stared at his brother, looking defeated as moisture gathered in his eyes. His jaw tightened and he lowered his eyes, shifting his weight between his feet. "I just... I can't imagine you not being here, Dean... What am I going to do without you?" He whispered, finally looking up again at his brother as a tear ran down his face.

"You're going to keep fighting. You're gonna use what you've learned after all these years, from me, and what dad taught you. And you're going to keep fighting." Dean said. "You have to promise me that."

Sam sighed and closed his eyes, swallowing hard. "Yeah... okay," He whispered, his voice sounding hopeless. "I promise..." Oshea looked down at her watch again, blinking back tears as she saw how little time they had left. She stood up slowly and curled her arm around Dean's. "I'm going to miss you so much, Dean..."

Dean nodded and stared down at the ground for a few moments before clearing his throat and smiling at Oshea. He looked over at Ella. "Take care of my brother. Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."

Ella smiled faintly. "Yeah, I'll try."

Oshea rubbed Dean's arm a little and forced a smile. "Come on, we still have some time and the 'smores are getting cold." She said. She released Dean's arm, giving it a little pat before she took one of the 'smores and offered it to Dean. Sam was quiet, but he took one of the 'smores and popped it into his mouth anyway.