You knew it was coming.

The end was near, more specifically… your end.

Thunder rumbled above you, rain slowly beginning to spit down at you. The blade in your hand threatening to slip from the tips of your fingers. Blood stained your clothes, the monster laying at your feet after it all. But you knew it wasn’t over, at least not yet.

You stood there for a moment, staring down at the red which started to seep through the stomach of your shirt. You were frozen… until a voice in the distance echoed.

“—{{user}}!”

It was Dean Winchester.