Come Sail Away

XL. All Hell Breaks Loose (Part Two)

Dean and Shannon stood next to Sam's body. Leo was holding his uncle's hand, confused as to why he wasn't waking up.

Bobby entered with a bucket of chicken and said, "Dean? Shannon?"

"No thanks," Dean replied. "We're fine."

Shannon gave her husband a look, then said, "Thank you, Bobby. Leo should eat and Dean and I'll have some later."

"You should eat something," Bobby told Dean. "Shannon's right."

Dean looked up. "I said I'm fine."

Bobby glanced between them. "Dean, Shannon... I hate to bring this up, I really do. But don't you two think maybe it's time... we bury Sam."

"No," Dean and Shannon answered.

"We could," Bobby sighed, "maybe..."

Dean interrupted him. "What? Torch his corpse? Not yet."

"I want you three to come with me."

"We're not going anywhere."

"Dean, Shannon, please."

"Would you cut us some slack?"

"I just don't think you three should be alone, that's all. I gotta admit -- I could use both your help."

"Bobby-" Dean and Shannon said.

"Something big is going down -- end-of-the-world big."

"Well, then let it end!" Dean yelled.

"You don't mean that."

"You don't think so? Huh? You don't think my family and I've given enough? You don't think my girls and I've paid enough? I'm done with it. I'm pretty sure she is too. All of it. And if you know what's good for you, turn around, and get the hell out of here. Go! I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, just go."

"You know where I'll be." He left.

Dean and Shannon took another look at Sam's body and a tear fell from Dean's eye.

Shannon wiped his tear away with her thumb and pulled him closer to her. Dean tried to keep his composure but found himself starting to cry.

WOODS

Jake was sitting in a campsite with a fire burning. He was dozing off, but suddenly woke to see the Yellow-Eyed Demon standing in front of him.

"Howdy, Jake," the Yellow-Eyed Demon greeted.

"I'm -- I'm dreaming aren't I?" Jake asked.

"I've got a genius on my hands. Well congratulations, Jake. You're it -- last man standing. The American Idol. I have to admit -- You weren't the horse I was bettin' on, but still, I gotta give it to you."

"Go... to Hell."

"Been there... done that."

"Everything you put me through -- dragging me to that place, making me kill those people..."

"All part of the beauty pageant. Jake, I needed the strongest, and that's you."

"Needed me for what?"

"Oh, I got a laundry list of tasty things for you."

"The only thing I am going to do is wake up, hunt you down, and kill you myself."

"You know, others have tried. It's not easy. Trust me, Jake. You want to be a good little soldier, here."

"And if I'm not?"

"If you're a bad little soldier, well, that dear old mom of yours, that adorable little sister, I'll make certain that they both live long enough to know the chewy taste of their own intestines. No, Jake. I'm not bluffing."