*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!
*Continuing to search, I eventually hear a commotion coming from a nearby alley*
This was always meant to be, Dean! Father always intended for me to fall, just as he always intended for you to meet your end by my hand, just like Michael!
*Drawing closer, I round the corner and come face to face with Dean Winchester. In his hand is the Colt, the one false hope he and his brother had of killing me and preventing the Apocalypse*
And don't worry, I fully intend to give my coward of a brother exactly what he deserves once I'm finished with you.
*I slip my hands into my pockets*
You really should have said yes when he asked, though. You might have had a chance then... but now that I've taken control of my true vessel?
*I shrug, the motion carries a strange energy of casualness in spite of the grim circumstances and surroundings*
I'd be surprised if you lasted more than a second.