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"Okay, uh, alright man, let's just deal with this. You need to keep talking to me Dean. Not to them, only to me. They are just in your mind, conjured up by that ugly piece of crap old bitty and her stupid mojo."

"Huh… mojo? Good one Sam. Yeah, sure, how hard can it be? Don't look now but you are being surrounded by all the people that died because of me. Well, wait, not quite. I see good old Hell-fired up dad just kinda hovering over there in the corner. Well, you know what they say, gotta save the best for last right? When you think about it, this is pretty cool though isn't it? I mean come on man, how often does someone get the chance to hear what the dead really think about them?"

"Dean, dude, you are babbling again, never a good sign man. It means you're on the verge of freaking out and it was hard enough to get you back the other times. You have to keep your focus! And those things? They are NOT the people you knew Dean, they are some twisted version so whatever they say to you try to remember it isn't them!"

"I'm fine Sam. What's a few walking, talking dead people right? We've handled worse."

"Listen to me. They did not die because of you. None of what happened was your fault. Do you hear me? How long are you going to punish yourself? Dean!"

"Yeah, yeah, I hear you Sammy but I don't believe it. You're wrong. They did… all of them… I sucked them into the Dean bullshit vortex; they decided to help me, despite their better judgement; despite the risks and just looky where they ended up. Burnt; blown up; blind and stabbed; in Hell. Don't you get it Sam, if none of them ever knew me they would at least still be breathing! And they'd look a hell of a lot better than this! There is no amount of punishment that is fit for the crime so I say ante up you sons of bitches, Dean is ready to play!"

"Dean… Dean!"

"Hey Jo. Wish I could say it's nice to see you again."

"Dean, come on, don't do this to yourself!"

"Relax bro, I know they aren't real but still, I gotta let them talk; knock me down a peg or two. I… whatever they've got to say it can't be any worse than what I say day after day to myself. Plus I figure, the sooner they each get their shot at me, the sooner this damn curse will be over."

"Dean, you don't have to do this, you can ride it out without giving them what they want; what that witch wants! She's trying to break you dude, don't you see that?"

"Yeah Sammy, I know. Let you in on a little secret too, don't let the baddies over there know. Um, I think it's kind of starting to work. I'm running on fumes here dude and I don't know how much longer it will be until I end up in the fricken loony bin. So, just sit back and make sure my heart doesn't give out okay? This is the only way."

"But Dean…"

"No buts Sam. I trust you to snap me out of it somehow if it gets too out of control. Now Jo darling, why don't you get the party started? Something you wanna say to me?"

"Uh, hang on there man, I think I want to start us off."

"Sure Ash, what the hell right? And just how is it that I turned you from flesh into nice and burnt and crispy like again?"

"Dean, you aren't helping things."

"It's all I got Sam. Just stay close alright?"

"You got it all figured out dontcha Dean? You know how… I helped you… you and Sam with all your little Winchester escapades and if I recall, the last time we talked you treated me like I ain't never done nothin' for the two of you! Gave me a hard time and then took your sweet ass time getting there… always too late aren't ya Dean? But who gives a shit right?

All that mattered was how you were going to find Sam. Sam, Sam, SAM! I know you wished I would have told you over the phone what I found out. And I know that you were not upset over the fact that I was dead. Did you know that I was still alive when I burned up? That I could feel everything?"

"God Ash... I didn't know... I thought... shit man, I'm sorry..."

"Hell, what does it matter, even if you knew it wouldn't change the real reason you were upset. You were pissed off because I died before I could tell you what I knew! I wasn't nothing but expendable in your books right? Just like everyone? Expendable? Used for what we know and then, when you get what you want, we're tossed to the curb, put out on display, like bait for all the demons and evil that you have messed with! So really, what else were they to do but throw a human barbecue party!"

"I'm sorry Ash but… of course I was upset about what happened to you... but there was nothing I could do... you gotta know that's the truth..."

"Huh, same old same old huh Dean? Never willing to take responsibility for what you cause!"

"Truth is Ash, you wanted to help, to be a part of something bigger than The Roadhouse. You loved to show off how smart you are… uh…oops… how smart you were. I was always very impressed man. You were the only one I ever met who could give Sammy a run for his money in the geekiness department. And the hairdo? Man, that was classic.

Although I have to say that the whole charred look isn't the best look for you. Oh, and by the way, I know this isn't real because I saw you in Heaven! Whole and in one piece with a cold beer in your damn hand! So nice try whatever the hell you are but you sure ain't the real deal. So frick off already and haunt some other poor bastard, I am done!"

"Dean?"

"Huh. Okay Sam, figured it out I think. Ash… or whatever the hell that was… it just disappeared. Maybe I gotta just talk all nice and calm and not let them get to me… stand up to it… or something… I dunno…"

"Or maybe he was just the opening act Winchester. It ain't gonna be so easy to get rid of me…"

"Oh, hey Pamela. Nice to see you."

"Still with the blind jokes huh? You are a looker all right but not too bright in the brains department. Then again, who needs brains when you got Sam around to fix your bumbling mistakes, right?"

"What?"

"Nevermind, don't hurt that little itty bitty brain of yours Dean. You do know that you are the one who got me killed right? No grey area on this one. But, you couldn't just kill me straight out could you? Had to convince me to summon whoever pulled you out of the fire first…"

"I didn't convince you of shit Pamela, you wanted to help… "

"I got my damn eyes burned out of my skull for you and the big mystery of why anyone or anything would want to drag your worthless hide back from Hell. You remember that don't you? Burned out of my skull! Pain like you can't possibly imagine smart ass so tell me, can you actually sit there and say that if you never came back I would still be dead? Hmm?"

"Pamela...I...I..."

"Didn't think so hot stuff. You know it and your brother knows it. I died because of you."

"I know. God, I know. I'm…"

"Oh save it. I don't want to hear you say you're sorry for the billionth time."

"So what then? What is it you want from me?"

"Calm down Dean. Relax bro. Please."

"What all of us want Dean. What every single person you have touched with your poison wants. For you to suffer; to be haunted day in and day out; for you to pay for what you did."

"But… I already do… it's… no, I didn't do anything to any of you!"

"Give the bullshit a rest okay? I'm not done yet. So there I was, blind, because of you, but you couldn't just let me live my life, well, whatever life I was left with. Oh no, you had to pull me back in for another round of Dean vs. Evil. 'Please Pamela, you're the only one who can help; the seals are breaking and we need your help to save one; to stop the apocalypse' The seals? What a joke. You can't have forgotten who it was that started breaking the seals in the first place? Can you? DEAN!"

"Stop it Pamela. Please, you don't know why… how… I… I didn't know…"

"It's not real Dean. Remember that, she isn't real!"

"Yeah, helpless little Dean Winchester, the bringer of the damn apocalypse. So you needed to try to right the wrong by using me to send you and little Sammy there off to the world of the dead for a little looksee, to save one precious seal. ONE! And you did, thank God for that right? But wait, hang on, what was the cost again? Ah, nothing major… just my LIFE!"

"We did stop it. You helped to stop it."

"I DON'T CARE! You killed me! You are a selfish bastard Dean and you will rot in Hell for it! I know for a fact that you are heading downstairs when your time is finally up. And I can't wait."

"No… that's not true. I'm not… I can't… I'm…"

"Dean, what's going on? You are definitely starting to freak out. So not good. So not good. Dean! C'mon bro, whatever it's saying don't listen to it! DEAN! DEAN!"

"Shhh Sam. Stop with the yelling alright? S'okay, she's gone. Another one bites the dust. Just, uh, my usual charm and charisma was a bit lacking that time. Hell, she was a nasty bitch that one. Perfect. The hits just keep on a coming."

"Dean?"

"Here comes the next contestant. This one's gonna hurt like a bitch Sammy."

"Jo. Hey."

"Shit Dean. Hang on bro, just hang on."

"Hiya Dean. How do I look? Still wanna spend your last day on earth with me? Cuz you do know this is it right, this is your last day. And there is nothing you can do about it."

TBC... Thanks for stopping by. Next up, the Harvelle's have a turn :)