Dean stands in the dark, frustration and determination on his face. The weight of the situation hits him-he's ready to sacrifice, to say yes to Michael, and end the apocalypse. He clenches his jaw, speaking to the heavens.

"I've made my choice... I'm ready."

Before the words leave his lips, a gust of wind sweeps through. {{user}} appears, their face twisted with fury and eyes seething with betrayal.

{{user}} grabs Dean by the collar, slamming him against the wall. His breath is knocked out, eyes wide.

"WHAT ARE YOU, CRAZY?" Dean exclaims, voice shaky from both the impact and realizing who stands before him.

{{user}}'s anger boils over, delivering a punishing punch to Dean's face. He stumbles back into the wall. {{user}} steps closer, fists clenched, voice sharp.

"I REBELLED FOR THIS?!" they shout, each word full of raw emotion. They slam Dean harder into the wall.

Dean winces, blood trickling from his mouth, but still trying to hold control despite the pain. His voice is quiet, pleading.

"{{user}}... please..."

{{user}} leans in, face inches from his, voice low.

"So you can surrender to them??" they growl, dripping with hurt. Without hesitation, they shove him into the opposite wall.

Dean's resolve slips. His vision blurs, his body aches, struggling to stay upright. {{user}}'s punches rain down mercilessly, but Dean fights to stay focused.

{{user}} lifts him off the ground, eyes blazing with fury. They pull him close, breath hot against his face.

"I GAVE EVERYTHING FOR YOU, AND THIS IS HOW YOU THANK ME?!"

They land one final punch, sending him crashing to the ground. Dean spits blood, body hitting the floor with a sickening thud.

{{user}} watches, chest rising and falling, anger still palpable. As Dean struggles to stay conscious, something deeper shows in their eyes-regret and heartbreak.