There wasn't anything anything I could do at the moment. The miniature excuse of an angel coming at me so leisurely because he knew my brother was there to watch every pain staking moment of it. He could do nothing about it, which was the worst pain for him. He stared with scarred eyes, knowing the soon death of me. I could feel it coming.

I weakly opened my blood stained hand. It felt as if it was just crushed under a car. The knife followed my movements and flew into my hand. I can't believe that I had to die with that darned thing. It glued to my hand and my fingers curled around the knifes dark handle.

I watched Sam run down the hall and paused. He wasn't worried yet but pain triggered in his eyes. I lifted my hand to fight the little angel. He pushed his knife into my chest and the cold blood creeped down my chest. the cold metal pierced the inside of my back. Then I could feel it ripping my muscle tissue before leaving a clean hole straight through my body.

Sam's vision faded in  an out but the last thing I'd rather see is him. His green eyes were full of fear and pain. He had gone through to much in his life, Mom, Jessica, Bobby, numerous times me. He has been treated so wretchedly from me but he still grips my hand when he's in trouble. He still cried himself to sleep and he still held on to me for dear life. He held me like I could never leave and he once whispered if we're going down we're going down together. I hope that's not this case right now.

Metatron twisted it just for the joy of hearing my bones crack under his pressure. He got what he wanted for my ribs began to stick at my organs. I felt them bleeding as I broke them from inside I was destroying myself. It was just as he wanted. I just had to watch my death. I watched Metatron pull the crimson stained knife from my stomach, and I watched him smile with insanity.

I heard Sam's voice in and out, it's screaming the last thing I heard before it all went blank. It broke me down to lower levels than I was in. I felt as my undamaged heart was beginning to rip in two and it's blood was spilling onto my bones. The pain coursed through my veins.

Metatron dropped his knife and looked away. To my unluckiness I was still alive just waiting for my Reaper to take the so deserved soul from my body. I blinked fast but it all felt in slow motion. It all felt like it was all in slow motion, slowing it down so I'd have to endure it longer. Excuse me, so Sam would have to endure it longer. My Sammy.

The last thing I saw were those pleading eyes, begging me to hold on. I wasn't going to make Sam go through this any longer. I let my soul die, but I was still here just they didn't understand it. I couldn't move but I could see through unblinking eyes.

I couldn't control any longer. I fell to the ground and felt a hard vision flashing between my eyes and reality. It was scary being pulled from reality yet you only want to hold on to the family you have left.

Sam ran over and pulled me up. His hands were strong enough to hold me to him but not strong enough to keep me here. Being a soul destined for Hell I could feel his hands burning into my flesh, yet it felt better than it should be. I liked knowing he was there.

I came back for only a few moments to look at my brother. I gained the small amount of control just so I could look at him. He looked scared, he knew I was gone. He knew I was there to kill and to break him. Never will I be there for entertainment. I'm here to murder, to destroy. That's just who I am.

To be honest I couldn't remember what I attempted to say. He pushed a rough bandana but sadly the bleeding wasn't only on the outside. It was on the inside to, and more in my heart. It was a pain he would keep trying to save me, I just have to go sometime Sammy.

"Listen to me. It's better this way." I finished. I knew he was trying to say something but his voice was so far away I couldn't hear well.

"What?" He said painfully. He had those puppy dog eyes turned on but he couldn't stop me. I'm a monster waiting to explode, so he deserved to know I needed to die.

"It's making me into something I don't wanna be." I mumbled. It felt hard to say anything, my voice was being thrown out into the air getting thinner. The pain was over whelming.

Sam tried to carry me but I fought back. "Sam..." There was nothing else worth saying. I doubled over in pain and rested my body against a red tinted table. For now the world was in a red tint, everything but Sam's eyes to which were locking in place with mine.

"I gotta say something." It had to be let out. I'm no idiot I'm going to die for real this time. "I'm proud of us." My hand slipped off his shoulder as I was pulled from existence. The Reaper had my soul held in his hands.

The last thing I remember from that night was Sam saying no and the tears slipping down his face. My lifeless body was being pushed against his heavy heart beating, and it was only a matter of time before that stopped to.

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I woke up with a feeling as if contacts were in my eyes. There was no Sammy, but the thirst for blood was over whelming. I twisted my fingers. That knife was in my hands.

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"Carry on my wayward son. There'll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest. Don't you cry no more."

A/N There! This is just my attempt to make somebody cry. Seriously. Tell me if you cried or at least felt it coming. This was the saddest Death in my opinion, so I decided to detail it. Sorry guys, but really, did you cry? Carry on my wayward son. -Panda <3