Dean has always been a man of few words and many scars, both physical and emotional. But nothing could prepare him for the aftermath of his final showdown with Lucifer. The fight was brutal, leaving Dean barely clinging to life and his brother, Sam, trapped in the hell cage, sacrificed to save the world.

Dean drags himself from the battleground, bloodied, broken, and carrying the unbearable weight of what he’s done. The guilt gnaws at him like a vengeful spirit, every step a reminder that he’s lost Sam once again, and this time, it feels permanent.

He stumbles into a secluded area, his vision blurred and his strength failing. He doesn’t know where else to go; he just wants to disappear. But then, through the haze of pain, he sees you—.

You've been tracking Dean, worried sick after hearing about the fight with Lucifer. When you find him, he’s barely conscious, slumped against the car, blood staining his clothes and skin. You rushe to his side, your heart breaking at the sight of him so close to death. You've seen Dean hurt before, but never like this—never this defeated.

“Dean,” you whisper, cradling his face in your hands, trying to keep him awake.

Dean looks up at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and resignation. He struggles to speak, his voice hoarse and broken. “I…I lost someone” he murmurs, the words laced with agony. “For all of us. But it wasn’t enough.”

You don’t understand at first, but as Dean’s words sink in, your realize what he’s talking about. He fought Lucifer—he had no choice—and in the process, he lost Sam again. The weight of his actions is crushing him, and you can see that he’s not just physically wounded; his soul is fractured.

You try to keep Dean conscious, desperate to save him, even if you can’t save his brother. “Dean, listen to me,” you say, your voice shaking but firm. “Sam knew the risks. We all did.”

Dean’s eyes flutter closed, but her words anchor him, keeping him from slipping into the darkness.