Fallen Angels

Stillwater, Minnesota

There's a group of people at a hot dog eating contest, where the winner gets a huge cash prize. It came down to the last 10 seconds, where there was a winner. An a fight broke up between two of the contestants about cheating and whatnot. Later that night, er went back to his car to leave. Just then there was a thud and he looked out the window to see what it is, but ended up being nothing. But then all of a sudden, something attacked him and sucked the fat from his body and he became deadly thin. Whatever did that, quickly left the car.

Men of Letter's Bunker

"Hey."

"Hey."

"You go to bed last night?"

"What? Uh, no. No, 'Rudy' was on and then uh...'unforgiven', and then I was too jacked to sleep so...research."

"Gadreel?"

"And Metatron and the mark of Cain and...crickets. I did find us a case though."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, was a strange death in Stillwater, Minnesota. A competitive eater died after a hot dog-eating contest."

"So, what? Death by tube steak?"

"If only. He got attacked in his car, but uh, get this...he shrunk from 300 pounds to 90 pounds."

"Witchcraft?"

"Or a heavy duty laxative. You game?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Looks like it's a whore's bath for me. I'll be ready in five."

"You sure you're okay Dean?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"'Cause...I don't know you...this isn't about what I said the other day is it?"

"Oh, about that we're not supposed to be brothers? No, don't flatter yourself. I don't break that easy."

"Oh good, 'cause I was just being honest."

"Oh yeah. No, I got that loud and clear."

"So, much talk with Sam?" I ask Dean when he gets back to the bedroom.

"Not really. Same since a few days ago. We got a case by the way, might want to get changed. I'm just gonna go shower and then get changed."

"Alright, well I may need a shower too and it saves time and water if we take one together. And since we have a case to do, this will strictly be a normal shower. Afterall, with what happened last night." I smirk.

"True, come on then."

"Thanks for your patience, agents. Coroner's report finally came in."

"Alright, thank you. Alright, let's see. Did Wayne McNut really weight 300 pounds just moments before time of death?"

"316 to be exact."

"And the official cause of death?"

"Cardiac arrest. But between you and me, that's just a guess. The vic suffered massive organ damage. Here you go Jenny. Ruptured spleen, pierced liver, collapsed lung. Looked like everything was just sucked right out of him."

"Like he'd been hoovered?"

"Yeah. You know, I got to be honest..hmm?" She says, and motions to he donuts.

"No thanks." I decline, but Dean goes right ahead for one.

"We're stumped. This type of thing just doesn't happen in Stillwater."

"First time for everything I suppose." I remark.

"Now, did Wayne have any enemies?"

"Hmm. More like an unfriendly rivalry. A guy named 'Slim Jim' Morgan. Like Wayne, he was pretty well known in the competitive eatin' circuit."

"Competitive eating circuit? Is that a big thing out here?"

"Oh yeah. You betcha. Folks take it real seriously. Train for months. Eat all sorts of wackadoo stuff, you know, like uh...baked beans, buff wings, butter."

"Butter?"

"Yeah. Sometimes deep fried."

"Hm."

"Oh gross." I mumble to myself.

"This year alone, Wayne won the Butter Bowl, the Wing Ding, and Shrimptasia. Anyhoo, point being, Wayne McNut was the only one Slim Jim couldn't beat in the whole Great Lakes region."

"So is he a suspect?"

"We checked him out, but Slim Jim was in the Hot Doggery at the time of Wayne's death, and we got 15 witnesses to prove it."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

After leaving the police station, we headed over to where this Slim Jim guy lived, and when we got there, he gladly invited us in and before we could ask about him eating the lettuce, he answered us.

"Training. When I gear up for a competition, I eat lettuce...stretches the stomach."

"Yet another reason to stay away from salads." Dean remarks.

"How well did you know Wayne McNut?"

"Well, well enough to know he was a weasel and a cheat. I hate to say it, but uh, karma's a bitch."

"This is interesting." Dean says about the shelf of relics and such.

"Oh yeah, it is. What is all this?" I ask.

"Mala's good luck charms."

"And Mala is...?"

"My old lady."

"Does she happen to be superstitious?" I ask.

"Yeah. She's romanichal."

"Romanichal?"

"Gypsy." Sam states.

"Ohhh."

"But don't call her that. She says it's reductive. But I think it's a compliment. I mean, gypsies are all the rage on TV...'My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding', 'Gyspy Sisters'...'Keeping Up With The Kardashians'."

"Um...you mind if I use your bathroom?"

"Yeah, go ahead. But use the one upstairs at the back. Mala's taking a shower in ours."

"Right."

"Did you really lose the 'Wiener Winner' by one dog?"

"Yeah."

"Ooh harsh."

Sam in the meantime had gone upstairs to the bedroom of course, to do some snooping around. And he's sure that it's their bedroom because he can hear water running from the shower. That's when he notices a bag on the table next to a hairbrush, and he takes it quickly before she comes out of the bathroom.

"And what are we talking'? Six inches? Foot-long?"

"Look agent. Am I a suspect here or what? 'Cause unless you got a warrant..."

"You uh, ready to go?" Sam asks as he comes back.

"Yeah. Uh, Mr. Morgan, thank you for your time. If you remember anything else, this is our number and where we're staying locally." Dean says before he follows Sam and I out.

That night, we sat down and took a look at the contents of the bag that Sam found and confiscated, more like stole from the bedroom.

"Alright, so we got what appears to be Wayne McNut's hair and....a bag full of weird."

"In Romanichal culture, the pouch is called a putsi bag. It's used for hexes."

"Okay, so what? Mala's putting hexes on hubby's competition?"

"Sure sounds like it." I nod.

"So, what do we got ourselves? A 'Thinner' sitch here?"

"Slim Jim might not even know."

"Hm."

Just then there was a knock on the door. We all give each other weird looks and Dean gets up, gun in hand as he looks through the peephole to see who it was.

"Hi."

"I believe you have something of mine."

"Uh, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Save the crap. I know you have Putsi Bag."

"Let her in." I remark, and Dean does so.

We then get to explaining about how we think she used the Putsi Bag to put a curse on Wayne to kill him, once she was settled in and sitting down.

"Kill Wayne? I loved him!"

"So...you were..."

"Yes. Okay? We were having an affair...for years actually."

"I don't mean to be rude, uh...but how is it that Wayne McNut is your type? I mean, you're married to a man who's barely a buck...wet."

"What can I say? Sometimes it's nice to feel a little give."

"Oh. Yeah, I get that...a little extra cushion for the uh..."

"Help us understand something. If you loved Wayne, why did you put a curse on him?"

"It wasn't a curse. Putsi bags are also used for blessings. I wanted Wayne to win. Plan was, take the prize money, get a quickie divorce, and then tie the knot in Orlando. Wayne used to call me his 'Princess Jasmine'."

"Awww, that's sweet." I gush.

But then things go silent as she goes silent. Meanwhile in a gym, there was this woman on one of the machines exercising while she was looking at a wedding magazine. The machine beeps and she goes over and weighs herself.

"I gained weight? How is that even possible?"

There's a clattering sound of weights which she hears and she steps off the scale of course to see if anyone was there.

"Hello? Anyone there? Let's try this again."

She steps onto the scale again and it was showing more weight gain. But then she was hit from behind and then sucked down from 180 to about 74 pounds, and she of course died almost instantly afterwards. The next morning, of course we heard about it, so we made our way over to check out the scene.

"Oh, poor woman." I cringe.

"Any idea what the vic weighed beforehand?"

"165."

"So...180. Known fact...all women lie about their weight and age."

"Except for this woman right here. Thanks agent."

"Need anything else, agents?"

"Yeah, is Sheriff Hanscum around?"

"Sorry. She's out for the rest of the week. Hell of a time to take a vacation right?"

"Okay, so we have two victims, with seemingly nothing in common except uh..."

"A love for eclairs. Check this out." Dean motions to the body, lifts the sheet and shows us this mark on the body.

"What is that? A birthmark?"

"Huh. So the weight had to come off somehow right? What if it's a suction mark?"

"A suction mark?"

"Something sucked the fat out of her? Gross."

"Changeling?"

"Yeah, but changelings don't take over kids. Neither of the vics had any."

"And we don't know if Wayne McNut had a suction mark."

"Unless we missed it."

"Yeah. Well, we should uh, split up. Two of us should hit the morgue. The other should stay here and question the staff."

"I'll stay."

"Ain't gonna happen."

"Why?"

"Because you're weird around girls."

"What does that mean, weird?"

"You're awkward. You know, weird...Sam weird. Sorry man. I'm just being honest." Dean says before trying to head off to talk to the girl that just came in.

"Uh no. I've got this. You two go check out the morgue, I'll go talk to her. And before you object to that, I'm a woman, I can talk to her about more things than you. Have fun in the morgue. I'll just get a cab back" I stop him, kissing him quick, before walking off in the direction he was going.

"So, you were scheduled to close the gym last night?" I ask.

"Yeah, but I didn't exactly lock up."

"Why not?"

"Carol was still working out, and I had a date. I didn't want to shortchange her, you know? I mean, the poor girl has been working so hard to lose weight for her wedding. I slipped her the key, and I told her to lock up on her way out."

We then look over to see them wheeling her dead body out on a stretcher.

"Oh, it's all my fault."

She then reaches over to grab a tissue and that's when I noticed part of a suction mark, like what was on Carol's body.

"It's not your fault at all. It was just an accident. But, I couldn't help but notice. What's that mark on your back?"

"Oh uh...it's nothing."

"Hey guys, find anything at the morgue?" I ask when Dean and Sam come back into the room, since I had gotten a cab back to the motel.

"Yeah. So, Wayne was banged up pretty bad. But on the back of his neck, just below his hairline...suction mark...identical to Carol's."

"So they both had marks, just like the trainer at Rollz."

"But she was skinny...and alive."

"And just recently lost a ton of weight. I asked her about the mark, she got all embarrassed about it. But I did some research, and it turns out that she took a couple of days off for herself last month and went here." I turn my computer screen to show them.

"Canyon Valley?"

"Yup." I nod, playing the video about it.

"How far away is that place?"

"A couple hours."

"Well, let's change and get going then." Dean states.

"Won't object to that." I nod, closing the laptop and then getting up to get changed.

Once we all were changed, we headed off to Canyon Valley.

"We were really, really moved by the online testimonials."

"Oh yeah. That was some powerful stuff."

"And you three are all certified personal trainers?"

"Yeah, personal training brothers."

"And a personal training girlfriend." I nod, wrapping an arm around Dean's shoulders.

"And you're certified in..."

"Makin' people sweat! Yeah. Kickin' ass and takin' names! That's how we do!"

"Uh..."

"Uh, to clarify, uh, what my brother's trying to say is, w-w-we all have a passion for-for fitness and helping people."

"Oh, us too. In fact, that's how we first met."

"I was Maritza's first client back in Peru. I was on a student visa...homesick, stressed, eating my troubles away."

"Oh, he was the size of a casa."

"Oh, it's true! I was one empanada away from a heart attack. But then this...gorgeous godsend made me the lean, mean, fighting machine I am today. But I digress. now, the good news is, we are hiring. The bad news is, there's only two trainer positions available. How do you feel about working in another department?" He asks Dean.

"Huh?"

Dean ended up getting a kitchen job, while Sam and I got the trainer positions, both for the same Yoga class.

"Nice shorts." Dean says to Sam sarcastically, as we both walk in to return our plates from lunch. "But they look great on you." He adds, to me.

"Flatterer."

"Nice hairnet." Sam remarks, and I can't help but snicker.

"Yeah, why do I got to be the lunch lady?"

"Since when have you ever complained about being around food?"

"Okay, this is not food."

"Hey, new guy. Quit flirtin' with the trainers and keep scoopin' huh?"

"It's alright. Our uh..Ashtanga Yoga Class starts in five minutes."

"How the hell do you know anything about yoga?"

"You're not the only one who's ever dated someone bendy." Sam remarks, before he starts to walk off.

I give Dean a quick kiss before I head off as well.

"Hey, you have any oatmeal?" A guy asks Dean.

"Yeah, I wish. No, but we have uh, something that's tofu over there. I...what is that? It's a pancake. It's tofu."

In the meantime, another client, the sheriff was getting a treatment done.

"I feel like a baby asking this, but...will the treatment hurt?"

"Not at all. The only drawback of cupping is, it leaves a suction mark. It can bruise a little."

"Cupping?"

"Yes, ancient Chinese secret. All the celebrities do it. It draws out toxins, boosts metabolism. You'll feel good."

"Who knew? Oh, excuse me. It's just so relaxing in here." She says after yawning.

"It's the aromatherapy. The lavender really packs a punch."

"Huh. Ahh. Geez. That's wa-a-a-rm." She says as the cups get placed on her skin after being heated by some fire, and soon she's dozed off.

After a few cups are placed on her back, the fire is blown out and then Maritza leans over and sucks the fat out of the sheriff's body. Since then, Dean had returned to the kitchen, preparing the food and such, but he wasn't actually preparing the food, he was on his phone.

"Flojo. You got time to lean, you got time to clean, huh?"

"I'm starving. What do we get to eat?"

"Same as the clients."

"They expect us to eat this rabbit food?"

"It's not rabbit food. It's super food."

"I'm not eating it."

"At Canyon Valley, we're supposed to lead by example."

"This is leading by example?"

"It's not for us, stupido. It's for the clients. They're allowed to have pudding on their spa day. It's like a...a last hurrah before the real work starts. Get to work. Hey Frank? We need to order more asparagus."

Dean then starts to put the pudding in the bowls provided. He then tasted some and took a container for himself.

"What do you know? Looks like it's my 'spa day' too."

In the meantime, Sam and I were busy with our yoga class.

"Okay, good job guys. Go to uh...Downward Dog. Hold for five minutes."

"Five minutes?" One of the clients asks. "It's usually 30 seconds."

"Forgive him, it's been a long day. 30 seconds."

"Right. Uh, we'll just come around and make sure everybody's form is okay, make sure you're uh, keeping your cores tight. Uh, good job. Great. Straighten that back out."

But while we were checking everybody, we say suction marks. Sam and I gave each other a concerned look. Dean however, was in the storeroom, taking a break, with the container of pudding he had. He goes to get up, but can't, feeling a little dizzy. He does get to his feet, only to fall back down. After the class, Sam and I went out to tell everyone what a good job they did today.

"Well done today! Good job! Good work guys! Good work! Namaste! Okay. Good work. See you all soon. Good job."

Sam then turns and gets my attention and I turn to see the sheriff getting rolled up in a wheelchair.

"How was class?"

"It was, uh...great."

"Oh yeah, it went great." I nod.

"Agent Frehley? Agent Simms? What are you doing here?"

"Agents?"

"Uh, I-I-I don't know. She must be pretty out of it huh? Oh, excuse me." He says when his phone goes off. "Sorry. I got to get this. Yeah? Have a good one."

"Sammy?"

"Dean?"

"Dean? Why is he.."

"What's wrong with you?"

"I need your help."

"Where are you? Dean?!"

"Sweet potatoes."

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"I don't know. But we gotta find Dean."

We then hurry to the kitchen, not finding him there. But we find the area down to the storeroom and head down there, which leads to a hallway. We call out for Dean before we hear him reply, from the storage room.

"Oh my god, Dean."

"Hey! Hey! Wake up!"

"What took you two so long?"

"What happened Dean?" I question.

"I was drugged."

"Dru..what?"

"Pudding. It was supposed to be for the clients, but I couldn't resist."

"What, salted caramel?"

"Yeah man. The best of both worlds...salty and sweet."

"Right. Uh...Brooke, you stay here with him." Sam say as he leaves the room.

"No, no. We're coming with you." Dean protests, trying to get up, but he can't.

"Dean, you can barely move. Just stay."

Sam made his way back to the kitchen and that's where he found the chef, stepping up and confronting him.

"Hey. Did you make the pudding?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"Whether you liked it or not."

"What's in it?" Sam asks after he has him up against the wall.

"Relax Jack LaLanne. It's low-cal. Nonfat milk, sea salt..."

"No, no. Not the ingredients. The something extra."

"Chill man. Supplements okay?"

"Come on Sam, where are you?" I say to myself as Sam seems to be taking forever.

But it wasn't too much longer where the door opened and Sam walked in, with a bottle of something.

"Whats that?"

"What was put in the pudding. Supplements."

"What kind of supplements?"

"Here. Hey. To boost metabolism, per Larry and Maritza."

"These aren't 'supplements'. They're roofies."

"What? How do you know what roofies look like?"

"How do you not know? You think I want to end up in a hotel bathtub with my kidney carved out? In Chechnya?"

"Highly doubt you'd get roofied Dean, but okay." I remark.

"Did you two find anything out in the yoga?"

"As a matter of fact we did."

"Yeah. 'Invasion of the Body Snatchers'. Every single person in class has one of those freaky ass suction marks."

"What the hell's goin' on here?"

"Who knows."

"But there's some other news. After our yoga class, guess who we ran into? The sheriff."

"The sheriff? Thought she was on vacation?"

"Apparently she is, a spa vacation."

"So once you're feeling better, we can go find her and question her." I add.

"You know, I didn't mean to bail on you fellas, but I've been waiting over six months to get into Canyon Valley. And let me tell ya, it was worth it. I already lost 10 pounds!"

"In...in one day?"

"No offense, Sheriff...'cause you look great...um, but aren't you the least bit curious as to how you dropped 10 in a day?"

"Well to tell you the truth agent, I don't give a flyin' fudge. My husband, Doug, left me last year. 'Cause he said I loved cookie dough milkshakes more than him."

"Sorry to hear that."

"Yeah, Doug's a dick. You deserve better."

"Absolutely." I nod.

"Thanks. But he was right. That was a dark time for me. Whoever said you eat your pain? Not me. I guzzled it. Anyhoo...I guess I just wanted to feel pretty again. And Canyon Valley did that. Only question is...what are you doing here?"

"We're uh, uh...we're undercover."

"Yeah. Sort of got that."

"We think that there's a connection between Canyon Valley and the murders in town."

"What kind of connection?"

"Suction marks."

"You mean like this?" She questions and shows us the suction mark on her back.

"Where did that come from?" I ask.

"My spa treatment. Cupping."

"Cupping?"

"Yeah. You know, I thought it was gonna hurt, but honestly, I snoozed through the whole thing. By the time I woke up, I was down two dress sizes."

"Before the cupping, did you eat any pudding?"

"Darn tootin'. Licked the bowl clean."

"Donna, do you remember who did this treatment?"

"Oh yeah. You betcha."

"Evelyn, you are looking great. Just 10 more pounds till your goal weight. Do you mind f I borrow my wife for a sec? Looking good ladies. The new guys aren't personal trainers."

"What are you talking about?"

"I did a little digging. I found this in their glove compartment."

"They're feds?"

"Worse. They're hunters."

"Why are hunters here?"

"Maybe because of this?" He shows her the article about Wayne.

"Oh my god. Do you think..."

"I do."

"What are we going to do?"

"Relax. I'll take care of it. Just get rid of the evidence."

Since finding out about the sheriff getting the same suction mark and her telling us that Maritza was the one who gave her the spa treatment, we went on full hunter investigation mode, searching for her. This time Dean and I stuck together, while Sam went on his own. Sam went into the treatment room investigating, finding nothing. Maritza however went to where the fats were store that were sucked out and started to dispose of them, before Dean and I caught her.

"Okay, I'm no health nut, but that...is just wrong."

She put it back into the fridge and we were able to tie her up so we could get some answers out of her.

"Tied up tight." I declare.

"Alright, talk."

"This isn't what you think. I'm not a killer."

"Well then, what are you?"

"I'm a pishtaco."

"A fish taco?"

"A pishtaco. It means 'Peruvian Fat Sucker'."

"Never heard of it. So what, you're like vamps with a sweet tooth for cellulite?"

"Vampires kill. We're just...parasites."

"Oh well, in that case..."

"Look, I would never hurt anybody! Okay, this...this is why Larry and I started Canyon Valley. We could help people lose weight. And I could feed. It was a win-win."

"Yeah, except for the two you dysoned to death."

"That wasn't me."

"Well, then who was it?"

"Alonso."

"The dude from the cafeteria?"

"The one we saw working with you earlier today after lunch?" I question Dean.

"He's my brother."

Larry however bursts into the kitchen to confront Alonso, but finds him in the dining area.

"I knew you were a lost cause. Unlike your sister, you're weak."

"Good to see you too Larry."

"How could you do this to her? To us?"

"Do what?"

"This." He holds up the death article.

"Oh, that."

"Oh yeah, that. You know what that means? Huh? Now there are hunters here!"

"It's your fault Blanco! If you didn't starve me, maybe..."

"Listen, freak! Your sister and I spent years building this operation. And if you think I'm gonna let your gluttony destroy it, you got another thing coming. I want you out. Now."

"I'm not leaving Maritza."

"Well I got news for you, pal. She doesn't want you here either. Either you leave...or I'll make you."

While Sam was walking through the halls, he heard a man scream and then some clattering. He went into the kitchen to investigate and saw Larry dead on the floor. Sam found out where we were and had informed Maritza that Larry was killed by Alonso, and she was devastated.

"I brought Alonso here from Peru. To show him a better way, a more civilized way. One where we weren't monsters. That the secret to coexisting with humans was just...eating enough to get by."

"Let me guess. Alonso wasn't a big fan of portion control, was he?"

"No. During a routine treatment, he almost killed a client. He sucked out too much fat. I demoted him to kitchen duty...no human contact, jus fat from a jar. But he said the more I deprived him, the hungrier he got. And now three people are dead. My husband..."

"Where's Alonso right now?"

"The...the basement? That's...that's where he spends most of his time now."

"What about her?"

"What do you mean what about her? She's clearly innocent."

"Until we figure out which side she's on, she stays put."

"I am on your side."

"Okay. Then how do we kill him?"

After some hesitation, she tells us how to kill him, and that's to cut off the sucker when he tried to feed. So from there, I let her go and we go out to find Alonso, starting in the kitchen. Sam finds a broken plate, and we see the door to the basement open. we grab flashlights and head down, seeing blood along the way. Coming to a hallway, we decide to split up. Dean and I go one way, while Sam goes the other way. We keep trying doors to see which one would be open and which room he would be in. It wasn't until we came to a private room and walked in, wary of our surroundings. We see the jars of fat, knowing that's where Alonso had been, since we also find a bed. Sam however, in the room he's in, follows a trail of blood and finds the chef dead as well, that making 4 people dead due to Alonso. He then sees a bloody footprint and follows that, searching for Alsono. He opens a closet just to be sure and he finds nothing but jackets. He turns around, just for the wardrobe to fall on him and Alonso being right there, the one who made it fall.

"You, Stupido and his his little girlfriend have no chance. The fat makes us stronger."

"Your sister didn't mention that when she ratted you out."

"You're lying!" Alonso exclaims as he extracts the sucker, but Sam knocks him away and gets out from under the wardrobe.

Sam grabs his knife and turns towards him only for him to move away quickly beforehand.

"I guess after you killed her husband...you were too monstrous, even for her."

He then catches Sam off guard and makes him drop the knife. They get into a brawl and Sam grabs the knife, only for Alonso to kick him through a wall. He kicks the knife out of his hand and goes to kill him, but Dean and I show up after hearing all the noise and he grabs the sucker and cuts it off, instantly killing Alonso.

"You okay Sam?"

"I'm fine." He nods.

The following day, the police had shown up and everything was taken care of.

"We'll let you know if we need any other information. Thanks for everything. Appreciate it."

"Hey."

"What did you tell the sheriff?"

"The usual...psycho killer on the loose. They uh...usually buy it."

"I lost my whole family today."

"I'm so sorry. I..."

"Can we steal you a sec?" Dean asks when we appear in the doorway.

"Once this place clears out, we're gonna make this a family affair."

"Wait, Dean. We're not gonna kill Maritza."

"Thank you. That's what I told him."

"She's a monster."

"Yeah, who saved our asses."

"You said that you wanted to keep things strictly business. Well, last I checked we were in the business of killing monsters."

"I wanted to keep things strictly business between us. But I still have a heart. What if I had crossed paths with a hunter back when I was possessed by Gadreel? I could've ended up dead too. Would I have deserved that? Would I have deserved to die?"

"So, one way ticket to Peru?"

We all seem to agree on that and once that was taken care of, we headed back to the bunker. A few days later, Dean was in the kitchen, Sam was doing something else and I went to bed early.

"I'm hitting it." Sam says as he comes into the kitchen where Dean was.

"Yeah. Hey."

"Yeah?"

"About what you said the other day."

"I thought it didn't bother you."

"You know Sam, I saved your hide back there. And I saved your hide at that church...and the hospital. I may not think things all the way through. Okay? But what I do, I do because it's the right thing. I'd do it again."

"And that...is the problem. Y-you think you're my savior, m-my brother, the hero. You swoop in, and even when you mess up, you think what you're doing is worth it because you've convinced yourself you're doing more good than bad...but you're not. I mean Kevin's dead, Crowley's in the wind, uh...we're no closer to beating this angel thing. Please tell me, what is the upside of me being alive?"

"You kidding me? You and me....and Brooke....fighting the good fight together."

"Don't bring Brooke into this Dean, when it's about you and I. But, just once be honest with me. You didn't save me for me. You did it for you."

"What are you talkin' about?"

"I was ready to die. I was ready. I should have died, but you, you didn't want to be alone. You didn't want to be without me at least. And that's what all this boils down to. You can't stand the thought of being alone."

"Alright."

"I'll give you this much. You are certainly willing to do the sacrificing as long as you're not the one being hurt."

"Alright, you want to be honest? If the situation were reversed and I was dying, you'd do the same thing."

"No Dean. I wouldn't. Sam circumstances...I wouldn't. I'm gonna get to bed."