"Honey, I know, mm-hm, Wherever you go, mm-hm, I'd give up half of forever. I'd give up half of forever." He held your dead head in his hands. He rested his lips against the mound of you combined hands. You had died from a hunt gone wrong. You begged Dean to come with you on a hunt to take down a nest of vampires, with some pressure from Sam, he relented. Little did of any of y'all know, it was a pretty big nest. Sam and Dean were able to nab most of them, but one popped up behind you, taking you by surprise, and ripped your throat out with its fangs. Dean screamed and lobbed its head off, but it was too late, you were gone. Dean carried you out while Sam drove back to Bobby's. It was a like a sick sense of deja Vu for all, just like when Sammy (first) died. Dean eventually got up and grabbed his leather jacket, the same one his dad gave him and the one he wanted to give to you, his baby. He hopped into the Impala and drove to the nearest crossroad, and in a little match box he buried his license, some graveyard dirt and a black cat bone. A demon appeared. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" she purred. "Cut the crap. My daughter, brought back now. You get my soul, give me ten years" Dean demanded. "Hmmm how about 5?" she suggested (told). "6." Dean replied. "2" The demon replied. "NO. 6!" Dean yelled. "ok how about 1?" she snapped back. "You know what, this was just a waste of time." Dean muttered. "Leave, an your precious little brat stays dead." She said. Dean growled and said deal, sealed it with a kiss. At bobby's house, Dean, Sam and Bobby were there Dean hugged you tightly "shh baby, just get some sleep ok? you've been through hell." Dean kissed your head and left. Sam pulled him aside. "WHAT did you DO?" Sam demanded. Dean stayed quiet. "You sold your soul..." Sam scoffed. "How long?" he asked. "1 year" Dean replied. Sam was stunned silent. "I'm gonna go back to (user). Give my baby my time." Dean stated. "How do you think they're gonna feel knowing you damned yourself to Hell?" Sam asked.