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This was it.
Finally.
He couldn't believe he was happy for it- being dead, that is. It was just... He never stayed dead. It's funny, because that what he and Sam would say to eachother.
"What's dead stays dead!"
Apparently that never applies to themselves.
And there's the familiar, (Jesus, familiar!) white light again. The stereotypical tunnel that actually existed. The hunter had seen it everytime he died, so the outcome was pretty fifty/fifty.
God, there was so much wrong with that sentence.
Then he left.
.....
"...Never lied to you..."
The rough voice circled through Dean's ears. It sent a wave of panic and confusion through him.
Crowley. He was back in hell. He was going to be tortured. Again and again for the rest of eternity. It's not like he expected to go anywhere else. I just hoped he would have... disappeared. It would have been nice to just, stay dead. Not being resurrected 12 times over.
"Let's go take a howl at that moon."
His eyes were forced open.
