"Please," says Dean again, no hesitation but for the agonized moment it takes to catch his breath. He feels it in his bones now - he's bled and he's cried, imagined that knife cutting right to the heart of him, but it's only now that Dean feels like Mike's reached it. So few of them understand, that Dean needs this, not because he wants it but because it's what should be. He can't go back to that semblance of normal that they remember from the island, not after everything he's seen, and especially not after everything he's done.

"Please, god. Please."