Nodding slowly, I look down at the mound in the earth, and there's a tiny, morbidly curious part of me that's itching to see it. To see the demon. To see how it works... how exactly he sold his soul that first time.

"'m sorry," I echo, forcing myself to look up at him, shifting awkwardly against the wrenching ache in my chest, "Dean... I know you think you gotta look after... everybody, but back home, you're still there. He's not the one that's alone, now. And, man, neither are you."