Why does it have to end like this?

We have to find him

I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up, it was night and Dean was gone. "Dean" I call out, my voice raspy and eyes red and puffy. "Dean" I call out once more, "Dakota" He calls back. "It's okay, I'm right here." He says soothingly. "Wheres Jason?" I ask, hoping what happened really was just a nightmare. "I'm sorry baby, it wasn't a dream, what happened,happened for real." He replies choking up trying to keep himself from crying. "Where's Sam?" I whisper to Dean. "He started looking for the douche-bag demon who took Jason" Dean replies. I start to smile a small barely noticeable smile. "What are smiling at?" Dean asks curiously. "I'm just thinking about Jason's 1st birthday, when you dropped the cake" Dean starts to smile at the thought, "What about the 5th, when you forgot the pinata, so you grabbed candy from the convince store and put it in a cardboard box?" Dean remarks. "We will find him" Dean says. After a few minutes of silence, I go upstairs and grab a few things. "What are you doing?" Asks Dean. "I'm going to go look for my son"  I say with anger in my voice and tears forming in my eyes once again. Dean grabbed my arm before I could make it out the door. "Dean, you're not stopping me" I almost yell at him as a tear rolls down my cheek. "I'm not stopping you, I'm coming with you" He exclaims almost angrily. Dean runs upstairs and grabs his stuff including a bunch of fake ID's. I grab a few pictures of Jason to show people and ask if they have seen him. Dean came running down the stairs and grabbed the keys to the Impala. "Wait,what did Sam take?" I ask confused. "Oh, he took one of the cars that are in the garage" He replies simply. We run out to the Impala, put our gear in the trunk, get in and drive off. After about 5 or 6 hours Dean starts to get tired so we pull in at the Red Bull Motel. I go to the check out counter and take a room for the night. I go back out to the Impala to tell Dean that we have a room for the night. He nods at me as I walk over to room 42 and unlock the door. I walk into the room, the smell of must filled my nose. The room was mostly empty except for the two beds and an old TV set in between the two beds against the far wall. I put my bad down on the bed and walk into the bathroom to take a shower. When I'm finished my shower I walk out of the room to my bed and climb under the sheets, Dean walked in the room a few minutes. "What took you so long?" I asked him. "Oh, I went to the beer store and bought a six pack" He said holding up a bag. "I'm going to sleep, good night" I say drearily. Only thing was, it wasn't a good night at all, I dreamt of Jason being killed by that son of a bitch demon, and Dean turning back into a demon. I woke up the next morning in a cold sweat. "Dakota!" I hear Dean say. "Wake up" I wake up and started gasping for air. "Are you okay?" Dean asks me with a worried look on his face. "Of course I am, just a bad dream." I say grasping reality as it reforms around me. "Lets grab a bite and get going" Dean mumble while getting dressed. I got dressed and went to the Impala and waited for Dean. Dean came out a few seconds later with a half empty beer can in his hand, he chugged the rest and threw the can to the side. I groaned and rolled my eyes."Well, I guess I'm driving" I sigh. "I guess so" Dean says smiling. I get into the drivers side of the impala and grab the keys from Dean. "Oh, did you check us out?" I asked looking at Dean. "What? Oh yeah I did" Dean said looking confused. I roll my eyes "Did you check us out?" I ask him again in an annoyed voice. "Uh...no" He responds. I sigh and get out of the Impala. I walk over to the receptionist and checked out of our room. I walk out before pausing to look at the receptionist, I pull the picture of Jason out of my pocket and show the man behind the counter. "Have you seen this little boy?" I ask with tears in my eyes. "Uh...n-no ma'am I havent s-seen him" The man replies. I raise one eye brow "Look, I know you have by the terrified look on your face," I say choking up. "Please, h-he's my son" I say pleadingly. The man behind the counter sighed looking at the floor "Look Mrs.Winchester," He says pausing. "I saw him about 18 hours ago" He finishes his sentance. I pulling out a gun I had tucked into my jeans. "I never told my last name" I say as I point the gun at him. "Mrs, when you checked in." He says in a scared tone. I smile and let out a soft chuckle. "I used a diffrent alais, so why not not cut the crap, and tell me where my son is!?" I yelled at him. The scared look on his face disappears, he blinks and his eyes go black, a evil smile spreads over his face. He held up his hand into the form of a gun puts against his head and puts thumb down as if to pull a trigger. He imitates the fake gun noise as I shoot him in the head, he drops to the ground, dead. 'The melted angel blade bullets help' I think to my self before I fall to the ground crying. Dean bursts in seeing if I'm okay. "We have to find him" I say in between sobs.