I scream. The knife getting pushed deeper in my gut. My arm bent at an awkward angle behind me, defiantly broken and the demon laughs as it hits my arm once again. Another scream. But not mine this time. It's Dean, Dean tied to a post watching me die. Tears streaming down his face and through the tears in my eyes I see his green ones staring back at me. I try to smile. I really do. One last thing for my brother. As the demon gives the final strike to my heart.