"You don't remember anything, do you?"

Not the pain of the hunt, the anguish of loss and the torment of failing time after time to save those who cared about you more then you could ever care about yourself. Not the abandonment time after time when you thought no one was there when you needed them the most.

You were wrong though, you always had me. Sometimes you didn't know it, but I was always there watching over.

That torment at the back of your mind, coercing you into killing, maiming or even just hurting to feel. You used to just drink it away, attempt to drown your thoughts in liqueur which would only make them call out to you so much more. Don't give in, remember.

Remember you're family. Sam, Bobby, Ellen and Jo. Even me if you'll still have me. Still nothing? You used to say family doesn't stop or start at blood and that I was family. You would give anything to save your family, as they would you. Don't let their sacrifices be for nothing. You were an expert at sorry, what happened to that?

You protect people, you save them. You go where no one else is willing to go and let nothing stand in your way no matter what the odds. You're a hero, my hero Dean.

This isn't you and we need you Dean. I need you. Just remember!

Here you are, and you cannot say that this place is entirely unfamiliar, although the details are fuzzy. It's hell Dean. Not the literal hell, but rather hell because of what it is without you.

You might be as dead inside as the black of your eyes, but I know you're still in there, the real you, and we can fix this. Just open your hazel eyes and please remember.