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Did I die?
Dean's heart skipped a few beats, as his lips parted to speak ultimately nothing came out. Did he die? Did Sam die? A disgusted shiver shot up the eldest Winchester's spine, glancing at Sam from the corner of his eye. "Dean, look at me," Sam's voice rang out, a hand on his shoulder shook him to reality once more. "Answer me truthfully. Are you alright? What the hell—"
Gripping the steering wheel he slammed on the breaks, the impala screeched—coming to a complete stop in the middle of the road. The youngest Winchester was not happy to be thrown around like a bottle of pop given to a three year old. "Sam—"
"No, Dean, what the hell is going on? Where are we?"
Dean bit the inside of his cheek, taking a brief moment to gather the strength to speak. Why was it always so hard to tell the truth? The truth hurts. "Sam, we're....we're both dead. The trials killed you and Abaddon killed me right after. We couldn't...we lost. I'm sorry."
And just like that....the world was a much darker place.
