Sam and Dean started to leave the garage to return inside where Lisa and Ben were waiting. Lisa and Dean were married and expecting a baby. Dean had just put the sonogram picture of his daughter away. A semi-normal life was taking shape and Sam was happy for his brother and excited about his niece. However Sam's smile began to fade as he felt a strange pressure build up in his body and his head began to throb and his vision turned to a strange room.
It appeared that Sam was focusing on something in the distance. "Dude you ok?" The pressure turned to pain and Sam doubled over. "Sam…"
"Oh God no! No please no! Dean, help! Adam!" Pure agony washed over him, hope and happiness rushed out, Sam knew the wall to hell had broken. He opened his eyes and saw Dean's distraught face, but his vision flashed again. Adam's skin hung on a hook across the room from him as two of the most beautiful creatures Sam had ever seen stood over a pink mass. Adam said nothing, in too much pain to call out, but they were finished with him for now. They turned their attention to Sam.
The creatures turned into John and Dean, "You were never good enough Sam. Not like Dean here. I never loved you, how could I when you killed Mary. How could I love you when I had Dean for a son? You are worthless. Education at that school didn't do anything did it? No, you ended up with a string of dead girlfriends, and a hunter turned addict. I knew it would happen. You are tainted."
"You disappoint me Sam" Not Dean started, "Always looking after your sorry ass. Always helping you, teaching you, fixing your mistakes. I gave up my childhood for you! And how do you repay me? By betraying me over and over again. I don't love you; you are a pathetic excuse for a brother. I don't know why I tried. Mom would be ashamed of what you are and what you did." The Not John and Not Dean moved closer.
Dean stared as his little brother. Flashes of memories of past experiences flooded his mind. "Sammy!"
"Dean what's wrong?" Lisa and Ben rushed into the garage where the earth shattering screams were coming from.
"Lisa, you and Ben stay inside." Dean closed and locked the garage door and turned his attention back to Sam. He had lost Sam so many times. It couldn't happen again, not when he was finally happy. Not when they finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel. Dean had a good job, married, having a baby. Sam had gone back to school and was finally working cases.
"No please, Dean help me" shrieked Sam. Time passed so strangely, seconds felt like years, Sam couldn't take it. By the time two minutes passed he had been in the hole for decades. "Bobby, Dad, Mom! Please someone help me." Heat rose from the center of his chest. Like a fire, the flames spread out of control inside of him. He was being cooked from the inside out. Blisters started forming, Not John's hand was raised and Not Dean laughed. He needed to get out but how? He was shackled to the wall. Sam slipped back into the garage but he could still feel the flame on his organs and the heat in his mouth and could smell charring flesh. "Dean" he whispered. "Do me a favor."
Dean heard the pleading in his brother's voice as he asked him to kill him. "Please Dean finish it, please." What should he do? Kill his brother? He couldn't do that. But Sam wouldn't ask if there was any other way. Hot tears soundlessly flooded down his face, he reached for his gun. Dean looked at his brother and said "Bitch."
Sam looked back, smiled and spoke his last word on this Earth, "Jerk."