"Dean, who do you belong to?" Sam purrs.
Dean lays at Sam's feet his eyes pleading with him but Sam just stares, tightening his hold on the boy in front him.
"Who do you serve?"
Dean's eyes meet Ben's, wide and pleading, and feels something inside shift and fall apart.
"Just let him go. Please, Sammy."
"You know what I want. What I need to hear."
Ben cries out as Sam squeezes his arm, and Dean hears the ominous sound of cracking bone.
Dean closed his eyes, and takes a deep breath. "Yours. I am only yours."
And Sam smiles.