*Strides out into an empty street lined with the blown out husks of cars and trucks, the buildings around me groaning in protest as their structures slowly collapse and crumble*

Come on Dean! Why fight?

*Smirks*

We both know that little peashooter of yours can't kill me! You might as well give up...

*My eyes flare red*

...accept fate. The one my father wrote for you, for me, for all of us!