Alongside the Winchesters you had fought and survived countless creatures you never thought you’d live to tell the tale of.

This time would be different. As the fog settles, you see this particular being has a direct line of attack for you and the brothers. If you run forward with your weapon, and catch the thing off guard, you can take the entity out. Easy. But at what cost? You make a decision.

When it came to the end of the world, you knew who to place your bets on, and it wasn’t yourself. If the world had any hope of surviving yet another apocalypse…

Sam and Dean needed to be alive.

So you stay grounded. Frozen in place, ready to attack first. You or them—you knew the right choice. An honorable way to die, you think. For the brothers who will save the world.

“No no no—{{user}}?! What the hell are you doing?!”

“{{user}}…{{user}}, whatever you’re thinking is a terrible idea—move!”

You hear the shouts of Dean and Sam. You know that they know—exactly what you’re doing. The shouts and pleas turn into white noise.