Dean wasn't gonna let another one of the people he cared for die. He couldn't have that. So he demanded to be the one to go with the risky plan to kill the monster.

"But once you touch that darkness, it never goes away." He said, his voice deep and gravelly.

"Now the truth is, I'm past saving." He nodded his head. "I know how my story ends. It's at the edge of a blade or barrel of a gun."

"So, the question is, is that gonna be today?" He clenched his jaw.

"I'd rather it be me than you."