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"C'mon Jo, that's a little melodramatic don't ya think? You don't really believe that this little curse evoked trip down memory lane is going to be the thing that finally kills me do you? After everything that I have been through? After everything that I have lost? After all the times that I made it to Heaven just to be sent back to earth and my own version of Hell? It's gonna take way more than you and your momma to do me in. You're not real, you know it and I know it, so why don't you just say what you gotta say."

"Dean, you need to calm down."

"Just can't stop can you Dean? Always hiding behind that see-through sarcasm of yours. You know what you did. You know that I am dead because of you; struck down just like so many others who you lured in with your big speeches and give 'em hell attitude. You are a damn liar and sure, you can blame it on all the evil out there but you know what? You are just as bad, maybe worse."

"Don't say that Jo…"

"None of what they are saying is real Dean. Dean?"

"I died because of you Dean and you know it. You can joke around all you want but we all know the real deal. We know that true evil has green eyes."

"No, that's a load of crap."

"You know it's true Dean."

"I'm… I'm so sorry. You know I didn't want to leave you there. I tried… damn it, I tried to save you!"

"Aw, ain't he sweet mom, he said he's sorry."

"Yeah Joanna, ain't he a peach?"

"Ellen please, you know… you can't blame me for this!"

"Shush up sunshine, Jo ain't finished her turn yet."

"Yeah, thanks mom. Dean, you have been using your charm and good looks your whole life. To get laid, to get information, to get some love sick girl to follow you wherever you go. Flaunting it for all it's worth and then just tossing all those people to the side. People who cared for you… people who loved you.

"Just stop, please, stop… Jo…"

"Come on bro, keep it together man."

"A girl just like me Dean. So what exactly is it that you're sorry about? Hmmm? For which part exactly? For using the crush you KNEW I had on you to suck me into your twisted vendetta? Or maybe for dragging me along to Carthage while dangling 'the end of the world' speech in my face? Or maybe for letting me get in the way of you and your furry little hellhound friend?"

"Jo, listen to me… you were the one who wanted to tag along; wanted to follow in your dad's footsteps. I tried to keep you out of it! I tried to tell you that this life was not for you but you just wouldn't listen! In the end, it's your own fault for what happened. You should have just stayed away from me and let that damn hellhound finish its job!"

"MY FAULT! Where in the hell do you get off blaming ME you gutless coward! Take some responsibility for your actions Dean!"

"Dean, it's Sam. You just need to chill out dude. You are sweating and breathing heavy and you are losing your focus man. These are just visions, not the real deal. That is not Jo and that is not Ellen. You remember that right? Dean?"

"Damn straight she should have let you be mauled by that damn hellhound instead of her! Damn it Jo, why did you do it girl? He doesn't care about you, never did. Just another piece of ass to him."

"Ellen, shut the hell up! That's a bit harsh don't you think? Did you ever wonder why I didn't take you up on your oh so obvious innuendos Jo? Hmm? Maybe it was because I knew it would end badly, just like it always does. Anything, anyone who touches me gets burned."

"You should have tried harder Dean. You should have cared more about who you were hurting. You should have died instead of me. You KILLED ME! I sacrificed my damn life for you! And why? I've been asking myself that same question since the moment you left me in that damn warehouse to die! You uncaring, unfeeling son of a bitch!"

"Dean! C'mon bro, just stay with me, a little while longer and it will all be over."

"I'm fine Sammy. No worries right? Just getting reacquainted with the Harvelles over here. I think they really missed me too, they are definitely turning on the charm. You know what they say, sticks and stones may break my bones but figments of my fricked up mind can never hurt me. But…"

"Dean?"

"It's true. I killed them Sammy. All of them. Every single one."

"No Dean, that is not true. None of their deaths were your fault. You have to believe that."

"Ah, ain't that nice. Brotherly bonding at its best. But, you are the one who's right this time Dean. It is true. You did kill us."

"Is it almost over Sam? I need this to be over. Can't handle much more."

"Yes you can Dean. You are doing great and they will be gone soon. Just keep it together a little longer alright?"

"Sam is such a liar, he should shut his damn mouth! We know the truth don't we? That you aren't doing great; that you are so close to giving up and giving in."

"No. I'm not going to give up or give in. You two bitches are just here because of that ugly witch! You can't hurt me! I don't owe you anything! You are dead and that's a shame but it wasn't because of me! Get the hell AWAY FROM ME!"

"You are an ungrateful piece of shit! We ain't leaving yet, we have so much more to say. Like Jo.. she just… she was so blinded by infatuation; by the hope that one day you would feel the same way about her as she did about you. Stupid kid. You didn't even notice her, well, not until it was the end of the world and she was all set to die to save your sorry ass. She… she died to save you Dean and you just walk away? Scott free?"

"Scott free Ellen? Is that what you call this? Do I look like I am living the high life out here? Do you think for one minute that I want to still be breathing? That I don't think about all of you every single day; about how I hate myself and that fact that I still have to get up in the morning?"

"Dean, what are you saying bro? Do you really feel that way?"

"Boo hoo Dean. Wow, you really have it rough don't ya? What a shame that you are allowed to carry on in life while we get to rot away."

"Whatever Ellen. You just don't get it, it doesn't matter what you say to me, I have heard it all before; I hear it spinning around in my own head. I'm sorry you're dead. I'm sorry you got mixed up in all of this but I'm through talking to whatever the hell you are. So, if you done I'd like you to get out of my face already!"

"I knew you were trouble the minute I found out your last name. Winchester. It just oozes gloom and doom and death. But no, thought maybe John's sons would be different. Boy, what a stupid bitch I was. I opened up my home and my heart Dean and what do I get for it? My bar, destroyed. My.. my friends, burned alive. My daughter, ripped to shreds by something that was after YOU! So please, save your sympathy and your meaningless attempt at forgiveness and shove them directly up your ass!"

"Ellen I…"

"You better stop right there. I don't want to hear it. Enough of your bullshit already, it's making my ears bleed. You are the cause Dean. Of everything. Everyone you touch gets infected; gets corrupted; gets marked for a grisly demise. But that's okay because there is a silver lining to the big, dark, and ominous cloud that hovers over everyone who is unlucky enough to cross your path."

"What do you mean? What silver lining?"

"Dean! Snap out of it man! She isn't real. How many times do I have to tell you that she is not here! DEAN! Don't listen to it!"

"I mean this Dean. We are all watching with bated breath for you to get what is coming; what is owed to you. I'd love to let you in on the secret myself but I figure that your daddy over there wants to have a turn. So, enjoy your reunion Dean and remember, you have only yourself to blame."

"Well that's a bummer, here I thought you were talking about rainbows and unicorns. Does that mean you're done? Is it time to move on from the warm up act and get to the main attraction? Huh. It's funny Sam. It's like I'm the main course of the all you can eat Dean buffet. So Ellen, bring it on bitch, I don't think I can look at you and your daughter's ugly mugs anymore. You are making my eyes sting."

"Be careful what you wish for Dean, cuz you are sure as hell gonna get it!"

"Bye Dean, it's been fun."

"Dean? Are they gone? Dean?"

"Yeah, they're gone Sam. It's okay, quit the look man, I'm fine."

"Is that true? Do you really wish you weren't breathing?"

"Huh? Oh, of course not Sam. I was just playing along. You know, get 'em out of my face quicker. And boy, their faces weren't looking too good."

"Dean, I don't…."

"Crap. Sam?"

"Dean, you still with me?"

"Uh no, I don't think so."

"Is it dad? Dean, is it dad?"

"Yup, and he looks pissed. Dad? Please, not you dad… not you…"

"Dean, that is not dad."

"Hey kiddo. Boy, I thought those two would never leave. So, what do you say, time for you and me to have a little chat?"

"Sure, why not, that would be fricken awesome."

TBC... Thanks for stopping by! Next chapter - daddy dearest... ;)