You were around the corner, with Sam. It was hard enough when Dean went to Purgatory, and you know that pain. But that wasn't compared to this.

He was bawling. Not crying, not sobbing, bawling his eyes out.

You never saw Dean cry. Not in the 2 years you have known him. Probably in private, though.

You heard a bit of the conversation, and whimpers.

"It's okay, brother. You don't have to do it." Benny sighed. You were watching from behind, and you saw Dean and the vampire.

"Let (Y/N) do it. You don't have to watch." Benny smiled, making eye contact with you. Dean looked behind his shoulder and looked dreadful.

His face was red, eyes bloodshot, and his face was overridden with grief. Years of grief. 

He nodded, and you walked forward, as Dean walked back. He handed you the machete, and walked to Sam.

"So, this is it, I guess." You sighed, smiling. You had a soft spot for Benny. He was the like the brother, or dad you never had. All the qualities you wanted him to have.

"I guess so. It's been so long away from that forest of danger. I kinda miss it." He said, shrugging. You frowned, and leaned in for a hug. He gladly returned it, squeezing a little bit.

You pulled back, and held the machete at your side. You didn't want to have to do it. If you had it your way, he would still be alive. Sam wouldn't have to do the trials.

Dean wouldn't be borderline PTSD. You would be dead.

"You ready?" You spun the sword in your hand, and adjusted your grip. He nodded and closed his eyes.

You swung the machete, not blinking. All you hear was a scream for Benny, Sam yelling Dean, and you falling.

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Just a quick one! I might do another tonight!