Notes: E/O Challenge! I am playing a massive game of catch-up with this drabble. I am going to attempt something I've never done before... Five challenge words and an additional challenge! Wish me luck! This will be a triabble (300 words).

Challenge words: balcony, compete, store, crow, sparkle

Additional Challenge: Tag to episode written by Jeremy Carver. Episode Tagged: Point of No Return (specifically the beginning, when Dean is "preparing."

Warnings/Disclaimers: Breaches the topic of suicide, as I'm focusing on Dean and his mental state at the beginning of "Point of No Return." Also,I do not own the boys... unfortunately...

The rain pelted the Impala's windshield as Dean drove down I-90. He wasn't sure where he was going to go yet, but he kept driving. He'd left Lisa an hour ago. He needed to see her one more time before he either said yes or found a place to blow bis brains out. Whichever came first. He'd just needed to see the sparkle in her eyes when she answered the door, just once more. No one could compete with Lisa's eyes when she was happy. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

As the rain got heavier, Dean sucked in a breath and shook the thought of Lisa from his head. He took the next exit from the Interstate. He couldn't drive any longer in this weather. He found a motel and checked in. He went to the trunk and fumbled with his keys in the lock. As he lifted the trunk, a large crow had decided to perch on the trunk's edge. It reminded Dean of a poem he had to read in school. He wasn't sure how he remembered, but it stuck in his head at that moment.

Darkness here and nothing more.

He liked the Poem. The Raven, it was called. His mind found a new memory. He suddenly remembered an old house his Dad had rented for a while. The master bedroom had a balcony. He remembered sneaking up there when Dad had forbade him to. He had his Poe book with him, and he'd recline on the balcony and read. It was something Sam was more likely to be caught doing.

Laughing at the memory, he picked up the box he'd stored in the trunk, and headed into his motel room. The memories meant nothing. In a a few short minutes, Dean's life was over. Done.

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted – nevermore!

"The Raven," Edgar Allan Poe