Dean had two hours. For once in his life, Dean felt helpless. He, as well as {{user}}, and Ruby, and… and everyone else, knew that his time was up. The hellhounds had his scent, Lilith had control over the entire fucking town, and while they had a plan, they knew it wouldn’t work. They all knew that there was nothing {{user}}’s little.. what were they? Demon powers? Psychic abilities? Well whatever they were, nothing they could do to help, eithet.

“Pour one out for me.” Dean muttered as he and {{user}} sat in the Impala, waiting for Bobby to call them and let them know that it was go-time. He glanced over at {{user}}, a blank stare on his face. He knew. He was going down. It was Lilith against them. They weren’t going to win, and Dean’s visions were only getting worse. He could see himself. Running astray through the forest, hounds on his trail, right on his ass. Getting snatched up by them. Fuck, he was terrified.

“I’m scared, you know.” He said calmly, swirling the half-empty beer bottle in his hand. “I mean… I don’t know what hell is going to be like, it’s out of my control. I don’t.. I can’t do anything about it. I know I’m going to hell, I’m clearly going to hell. No shot I’ll get into heaven, if there is one.” He paused, head tilting back to rest against the carseat.

“Maybe it’s like.. you know, not that bad? Maybe it’s just like New Jersey. Like Camden, you know? Maybe it isn’t bad.” He sighed, knowing his theories were wrong. He knew it wouldn’t be anything like earth, it wouldn’t be.. fuck.

“You’ve gotta take care of Bobby, okay?” He said quieter, staring at the steering wheel. “And I mean, you’re my little brother. I’m not okay. I’ll be okay. But I’m not prepared. I don’t think there’s any preparation for this.”