Sam watched Dean walk to the door, and the breath in his throat caught as Dean stopped by the garbage can. Sam watched painfully as he waited for the moment to end. He knew that the amulet was going to end up in the garbage. As Sam heard the amulet hit the bottom of the garbage can, something in him broke. Dean walked out the door, and after he closed it, Sam lost it. He looked up to the sky and screamed,

"You son of a bitch I believed in!" Much like Cas had done. He punched the wall repeatedly, not caring about his grazing knuckles. Sam heard Cas' voice replaying in his mind.

"I don't need this anymore. It's worthless.""Not true." Sam muttered. He ran to the garbage can and pulled the amulet out. After looking at it for a moment, frustration took over again. Sam threw the amulet at the wall. He looked through his guns. "I don't need to put up with any of this. Dean clearly doesn't need me anymore, anyway." After choosing a gun, he took a deep breath.

Dean sat in the impala, a mixture of emotions running through his body. One of the most notable was anger. How could God decide that stopping the apocalypse wasn't his problem? Dean glared up at the sky.

After a few moments of staring, he realized that Sam still wasn't beside him. He let out an aggrivated sigh and got out of the car, slamming the door a little harder than he was intending.

Dean opened the door of the motel room. He thought the room to be empty at first, but had then heard rustling near the back of the room, mainly behind the small wall near the mirror.

"Sammy?" Dean called out. He didn't get a response, so he continued back there. Dean figured that Sam was probably just upset with him, so there wouldn't be a response. As Dean got closer, he walked a bit slower. He siddenly had a really bad feeling. He rounded the corner and stopped. "Sammy!" Dean cried. He stood in shock as Sam stood, gun in hand, ready to end it all.

"Leave, Dean." Sam said, his breath and body shuddering.

"Sam, what do you think you're doing?"

"Dean, just go."

"You'll have to make me." Dean countered. Sam turned and shoved Dean.

"Just go! I don't want you here, and you've already proven that you don't need me!" Sam yelled.

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked. He followed Sam's gaze to the amulet that was now on the floor instead of the garbage. "Sammy, it's worthless now. Just let go."

"It's not worthless, Dean!" Sam cried.

"Cas even said-"

"-It might be worthless to him, but not to me! Is this job all you think about? I can't do this anymore!" Sam screamed.

"Sam, it doesn't have to be this way. If it helps, I'll just pick up the amulet and we can go."

"You just don't get it, Dean." Sam whimpered. He beought his gun back up to his head. "I'm sorry."

In that moment, Dean's heart almost stopped. He tackled Sam to the grond, grabbing the gun and throwing it to the other end of the room.

"Sammy...God, I'm so sorry..." Dean choked out.

"Why the sudden change of heart?" Sam asked.

"I didn't realize it...But when I was so busy being angry at God, I threw away something important, and I hurt the person most important to me. I'm so sorry, Sammy." Dean said, holding Sam close.

Sam held onto Dean just as tightly.

"I'm sorry, too. I love you, Dean."

"I love you too, Sammy."