Dude, I'm batman

Anna's gone home.

[Private to Castiel]

Where the hell are you?

[He figures if anyone gets this, it's Cas since the angel always seemed to be the third person in the relationship Dean and Anna had. Not in a Penthouse way, in a weird, freaky, angel way.]

[For anyone wandering around the Hall of the Missing, they'll find Dean sitting in front of Anna's portrait. It's next to Bobby's, Jo's and even Ruby's: like they're own personal tribute to home. He's got a bottle of whiskey, naturally. Any good bye party deserves whiskey.]

[Dean is sitting on his bed. It's a double bed across from Sam's bed. There's only about three feet separating the beds. Just like in all the motels they grew up in. Sam is lying on the bed obviously dead. He's still wearing the clothes he was wearing when Anna stabbed him. The sheets around him are stained with blood as well. Hygiene isn't really at the top of Dean's awareness list. He's still black and blue but the worst of his injuries have been healed.

Dean's elbows are on his knees, his head buried in his hands.]

I tried, Dad. I tried and it just--it wasn't enough. I should have shoved the kid out the door--made him go back to that apple pie life.

[He rakes his hands through his hair, hitting a half healed gash and wincing. His hands fist in his hair and he grits his teeth]

One job...Sammy. One job and I couldn't get it friggin right.

[Why yes that is a single tear of man pain running down his cheek]

[ooc: Dean's BFF Cas is standing outside guarding so that Dean doesn't take off and make a stupid deal with the deities. He's also taken his device for that reason. Sammich IS dead in this scene and probably smells. Hell Dean probably smells but he's open to action and he will be allowed visitors by his Guardian Angel if anyone wants to come say hi. It hasn't actually registered that it's his birthday today. Yet.]