Prologue

"Dammit Sammy, I can't do this right now" Dean yells barely even able to look at his brother.

"It's Sam, Dean I know this is hard, but I can't follow Dads 'job' anymore, I have to find a life of my own, if I don't I'll go mad. We can't fight these things for the rest of our lives" Sam tried to explain for what seemed as the hundredth time.

"We owe it too mom and all those other people who have been tormented by those demons" Dean could barely hold his anger in; he wanted to scream louder, if possible. He clenched is fists and snarled in the other direction, still unable to look at Sam.

Sam was leaving to college. Their father already ripped him a new ass, but now it was Deans turn. I mean it was only fair considering these two people were his whole world, well them and the "job".

"Moms not gonna come back, even if we destroy this thing Dean, I just can't be around this anymore, I need normality. Besides you and Dad... You guys don't even need me." Sam said looking down now, recalling his blowout with his father.

*Go ahead leave the family, see if I care!* Sam shook with the memory.

"Now don't you say that Sam, don't you dare say that, this family is all we got, Dad needs you, you're his son, you owe it to the family." Dean snapped now staring directly in to his brothers eyes "Sammy I need you".

~~~

Chapter one

*It's been almost two years since Sam left* Dean thought as he drove his way to Stanford, he still had an hour left. Another agonizing hour before he got to see his brother who walked away from him and his dad so long ago.

"Oh come now Dean, this is strictly for dad, Sam would want to know" Dean muttered to himself trying to reaffirm his earlier resolve.

*But what if he doesn't care! He walked out, right?* Dean grimaced, he couldn't stand this thinking. This wasn't some chick flick; he wasn't some girl begging her boyfriend to come back. He was looking out for his family, and that was all. But if he were to have Sam come back with him, then maybe it would be worth it after all.

~~~

Sam turned over in bed, snuggling Jess's pillow close to him. He sighed after breathing in the wonderful scent that Jess left on the pillow. She smelled of coconuts and cherries, and he swore that was the best smell in the world.

He loved her so much, even was looking for rings to seal the deal. She was a beautiful smart blonde, with a curvy toned body that screamed irresistible. He often wondered why he chose her; he was so much quieter than everyone else. He was smart and sure pretty handsome but she was on a different level.

When he met eyes with her for the first time and she flashed him a brilliant white smile, he was sure a bullet went through his heart; her smiles always had that intensity. She was quiet and bubbly when she needed to be, she would hold Sam when he suffered with headaches or migraines. She never pushed Sam to talk about his family or about any of his past. Occasionally she would be blessed with Sam's moments of vulnerability when he would share about his brother and his father's hunting trips.

Sam hid more than he should, but Jess never pried, she loves Sam for who he is.

He reached out trying to feel for his girlfriend on the bed, but it seemed that she wasn't there. Alarmed he sat up, instincts from the old hunts kicked in, but then he heard the shower. Relieved he laid down, closing his eyes along the way.

He felt something wet hit his forehead, and then another drop and another. He felt his head and looked up. A grief-stricken Jess was bound to the ceiling from no explainable means. Her belly was soaked in blood. Sam barely had time to scream her name when the flames exploded from her; it covered the walls alarmingly fast.

~~~

When Dean pulled up to the apartment he was sure there was something wrong. He could almost taste it in air. All of his instincts as a hunter went in to action, he sneaked in to the front of the apartment. Suddenly he heard the sounds of fire igniting and a scream from a voice he was all to familiar with.

Every instinct gone a panic set in and he ran to Sam's door. He kicked down the entrance and sprinted in; he saw the flames and Sam under them in the bedroom. He lunged towards his brother and ripped him off the bed. Dean's eyes caught Jess's, or what he imagined to be her. There was no time for grief. He swallowed and screamed at his brother "SAM LETS GO!"

He struggled at first, Sam was in shock. The flames heat licking at the brother's face shoved him in to action. He accepted Dean's guide and ran with him.

They were out of the building and 5 minutes later so was everyone else. There weren't many, most college students would be partying or studying at this hour. Sam stared at the flames with his heart pounding, threatening to rip out of his chest and run to Jess to burn with her.

He had seen this before, and that's what destroyed him, the single thought that he could have saved her. He fell to his knees his hands balled in to fists Sam clenched his teeth and sobbed looking at the ground.

Dean saw his brother and got down next to him, his arms encircled around him. Then it was only Sam and Dean in the entire world. All the others vanished and Sam could show his weakness, his fists relaxed and his head fell in to Dean's shoulder.

He cried in to his brother's shoulders as he pictured Jess's face on the ceiling, her just looking so terrified and her, once full green eyes, haunting. Sam couldn't do anything about it. He would never see her brilliant white smile again.

Dean held on to his brother tighter, he knew what did this, the demon. The same demon that killed their mother and the same demon that could possibly have their father.

Chapter Two

Dragging Sam away from the scene proved to be difficult, but Dean had managed to drag him to a motel an hour away. Sam hadn't said a word the entire time, his face caught in a painful expression. Dean wanted to console his brother, but what could you do in this situation?

Sam sat down quietly in the lobby, fists clenched, eyes closed, brows furrowed and clenched teeth. He looked as though he were physically ill.

Dean walked up to the front desk holding the huge bag of Sam and Deans items and tried to put on his best charming smile. "Hey, we need a bedroom for me and my bud over there" Dean said nodding towards his brother in the armchair."

"Uh is he okay" The woman asked tentatively.

"Yeah, look don't worry about him, what do you got?" Dean asked brushing off the question.

"Unfortunately you caught us in a rough time, we have exactly one bedroom left and it's a single" She said matter of fact.

Dean felt hesitant about that, sleeping next to his brother? After this entire trauma he's gone through, Dean was sure Sam's nightmares would keep him thrashing about.

"That won't be a problem will it?" She asked with a sly wink.

*Ah, of course assuming Sam and I are a couple* Dean thought with a sigh.

"Yeah. Fine. Thanks." Dean said exasperated.

After paying and receiving a room key, Dean walked over to his brother and draped an arm around him.

"C'mon Sam we got a room, looks like you and I are going to be sharing a bed" Dean stared at his brother hoping for a reaction, any kind of reaction. Sam gave none.

Dean guided Sam to their room; it was a small motel which is probably why the place was full.

Sam plopped on to the bed, his knees practically giving out; he lay with his hands over his eyes and his feet touching the floor off the bed.

Dean sat next to him examining the room. The carpet was beige and looked like it had been through hell and back. Overall the room was small, a queen sized bed with a white comforter and brown frame. It only had room for a small TV by the door and a red armchair by the window. On the opposite lay the bathroom door.

The brothers could never be too careful, although they were an hour away from Sam's apartment safety measures were a necessity. Dean got up and took out the salt from their bag and lined the window and door. It wouldn't do much if the demon came after them, but it would ward away anything else. Dean had a feeling that the demon wasn't coming anyway. By the time he was done Sam was still a statue on the bed.

Dean looked over at his brothers still form and sighed, Sam could not stay like this forever. Soon he would be vengeful and Dean knew this so he allowed Sam's weak moments.

He studied his brother. Sam had brown hair falling halfway down his neck, his figure sculpted perfectly; you could see his abs threatening to poke out of the bottom of his shirt. His faded blue and grey jeans were low-riding and in the position he was in made it worse. His color was a subtle but beautiful tan. He was taller than his older brother, but Dean had long gotten over that fact.

Dean shook his head, trying to get out of the trance that was Sam. Sometimes he wondered why he admired his brother's features so, but he felt it was only natural to be curious. Sam was his brother after all.

The bed looked comfortable and Dean needed to rest his head. He sat down next to Sam again and nudged his brother. "C'mon man, I need to sleep, slide over" He whispered.

Sam complied after a few moments and he curled his feet up and slid to the right ride of the bed.

Still no words came out his mouth and Dean had barely seen his brothers face. Dean sighed and lay down next to him; he switched off the lamp and turned over facing Sam's back.

Very slowly Dean's arm came around and hugged Sam. "It'll be okay bud; I'm going to be here. Always" Dean whispered hoping Sam would accept his comfort. He didn't say anything but Sam was glad to feel his brothers touch, he needed it right now.

Dean felt his eyes drooping, arm still around his brother. As he began to fall asleep there was one image in his head, a young Sam and Dean waiting for their father to come back taking comfort in each other's arms.

Chapter 3

Dean rarely had dreams, and if he did, they weren't nightmares. To Dean, the monsters he fought were the bad dreams; if anything, he should be afraid to wake up not fall asleep.

However, last night Dean had dreamt. He saw his brother, smiling and laughing. Sam's beautiful smile raised as high as it could go, showing his dimples pressing deeper into his skin. His brown eyes barely able to open from the laughter.

When he woke up he had a tear going down his cheek, he felt as though he would never see Sam in that state ever again. No matter how hard Dean tried he could never fully protect his brother, and that's what killed him.

Dean could not save his brother from this heart ache, and he had to accept that.

So when he woke up, he mentally kicked himself while wiping the tear away from his eye. He felt pathetic, almost girly. Sure his brother was in a fucked up state, but he deserved to grieve. Dean had two worries: Sam and finding their dad. The rest would fall into place. He just needed to quit longing for his brother to be over Jess.

This wasn't Dean Winchester, being weak over not being able to see his brother smile.

With renewed vigor Dean got up off the bed and looked at the clock: 5:30 am. *Perfect five hours of sleep, one more than last night.*

Dean looked over at his brother, wondering if Sam got any sleep at all. He walked over and saw that he was slightly twitching. Dean contemplated waking him up, but it seemed harmless to let him sleep a little longer while he went to shower.

Dean allowed himself one ounce of weakness and crouched down to Sam's side of the bed. He ran his fingers through Sam's long brown hair

Sam stopped twitching and sighed. Dean could tell he was still asleep through the brothers breathing patterns. When you've spent so long being with someone 24/7 you begin to realize every little thing about them, and the year and a half apart seemed to not have changed that.

After a few moments Dean stood up and walked to the bathroom carefully shutting the door, knowing that motel doors weren't the quietest.

Dean stripped off his black leather jacket and his grey shirt, next came his shoes and pants. Dean opened the door slightly and dropped the clothing outside of the bathroom. Dean stripped off his boxers and took off his necklace.

He held onto the necklace a little longer and kissed it thinking of how Sam had given him the necklace. He laughed and set it down.

He stepped in to the shower and turned on the faucet. The water burned him at first, and he only lowered it a bit. He liked the feeling of the steamy hot water hit every part of his back. It helped with the long car rides and the stress of his supernatural hunting.

He began to worry about his brother, that's all he could think about. Dean grunted and rubbed his eyes with his hot hands. This was getting ridiculous; couldn't he go one moment without worrying?

"When was the last time I got laid" Dean mused to himself.

*Probably since the last phone call with Sam before all of this* Dean sighed, all he could do was worry since then. He shook his head still rubbing his eyes from the memory of the call.

With one last large exhale Dean threw his hands to the side and looked up at the ceiling.

"I need to get laid"

He thought about the last time he got lucky and smirked. It was with a beautiful brown headed girl in the bar. She wore a tight leather strapless shirt and skin tight jeans. She had red lipstick that assented her big lips.

Dean felt himself get hard. Instinctively he moved his hand towards his length. He gasped thinking of her curved figure, how his hands had felt every inch of her, his fingers digging in to her skin as she rode him. Her warm insides a vivid memory.

He moved his hand up and rubbed his tip, thinking of her supple breasts bouncing up and down as he fucked her senseless. Her smell of flowers and cigarettes filled his lungs again with the memory.

Dean continued to touch himself rubbing every inch of his erect dick. He felt himself getting close and the hotness in his cheeks rising with the intensity. His heart rate was beating at a fast pace now and he could no longer hold it in.

Dean began to cum with a small moan, when suddenly a face flashed in his mind; it wasn't the chick from the bar, but his own brother from his dream. Sam was smiling once more with such intensity.

Dean gasped and stuck his face under the shower. What the hell? How could his brother's image invade at such a personal time?

He felt sick and quickly grabbed the soap. He tried desperately to wash the warmth from his cheeks, next moving to his abdomen and his lower self. He finished off scrubbing his face and shoulders frantically.

He rinsed off all the excess soap, turned off the water and stepped out of the shower feeling odd and still unclean.

He dried himself off with the motels towel and wrapped it around his waist. Dean walked over to the mirror and looked at himself; his cheeks still red and felt angry with himself. How did he always manage to worry like that?

He looked down at the sink when he heard a muffled groan from the other side of the door. Instantly alarmed he opened the door with immense force and ran out still in his towel.

His brother was tossing and turning in the bed, but nothing else was off in the room. Dean relaxed a bit and walked over to him.

Holding the towel tighter around his waist Dean crouched next to his brother and carefully touched his cheek.

"Wake up Sammy, it's just a dream" Dean said softly.

Chapter Four

Sam felt himself jump awake, his eyes frantically flickering around the unfamiliar room. That's when he heard his brothers calming touch and words.

Sam had hoped it wasn't real, he had prayed and begged with every fiber of his being that it was a dream. He wanted to believe that Jess was still alive and he would wake up next to her, breathing in the smell of cherries again. Her curly blond hair would smother his face and he would only snuggle in closer.

Instead, he woke up lying on a bed, fully clothed staring up at his shirtless brother trying to string up some sort of comforting words.

"Sam, please speak to me, I need to hear you man" Dean begged

After sitting up, Sam sighed brushing off Deans consoling hand. "I don't know any more Dean, how could things have ended up like this?"

"Listen Sammy, we can fix this. We'll hunt down that son of a bitch and kill him" Dean replied relieved his brother wasn't mute with PTSD.

Sam leaned over the bed his hands clutching his head. He felt a warm wetness begin to gather around on his palms. Dean had noticed and slide over to his brother.

Dean put one arm over his brother, patting his back. That's when the unexpected happened, Sam leaned in and continued his silent cry into Dean's chest. Without any hesitations both arms encircled Sam as Dean whispered sincere comforting words.

"Listen to me Sam, Jess will not die in vain. I swear it. It's you and I now and I'll protect you, we'll find dad and kill this demon." A vengeful fire ignited in Deans words.

Few minutes passed before Sam had controlled himself and heat rose to his cheeks. Breaking the hug, Sam sat up and began to clench and release his jaw, the way he always did when he was uncomfortable or mad.

"Sammy its okay" Dean reassured him, hoping Sam wasn't embarrassed.

"Uh, Dean, you're not wearing any clothes" Sam coughed looking the other direction.

Shocked, Dean stood up and looked at himself. "Well, a towel is something" he laughed and walked over to his bag. "Go take a shower, Sammy. I'll start researching"

Sam nodded and walked over to the bathroom door.

~~~

Sam got out of the shower fifteen minutes later, hot faced and steamy. The bathroom was muggy and he couldn't see in the mirror from all the fog. Sam dried himself off and began to put on clothes.

Unlike his brother he actually brought his clothes with him to avoid such an uncomfortable position.

*But was it that awkward?* Sam paused with the thought. He laughed once and shook his head.

*Well I've seen him naked more times than I could ask for*

~~~

After finishing changing and just a few more troublesome thoughts Sam slowly cracked the door open and peered out.

He saw Dean with a new paper draped over his head, he lay down in the middle of the bed feet crossed at the end, hands connected on his slow moving stomach.

Sam couldn't help but appreciate Dean. His brother was always there for him, even when they fought. If anything was wrong Dean wouldn't let anything in the world interfere with getting to Sam.

No person, including woman, or thing would ever come first.

His eyes gazed over his brother and he began to think of their last fight over the phone. It was a few months back but Sam could recall every second

~~~

"Dad and I need you home Sam, we found a lead on the demon. I feel like if you're not here Dad is gonna take off and do it himself" Dean pleaded.

"Even if I do come, Dad won't talk to me, he won't even want to see me. He'll probably take off without us anyway. We know that" Sam spoke firmly.

"You are so selfish, Dammit Sammy. Just come home" Dean started to raise his voice.

"Stanford is my home now. Jess, is my home now." He started to get fed up with his brother.

"Really let's see how long that pretty little chick stays with you. You never told her anything about you; let's see if she sticks around" Dean spit.

"That's it. Dean, you don't know her. You know what I've been doing here? Just kicking that part out of my life. I didn't want that to happen to my family. But you guys won't let me be happy. Did you know what a full ride to Stanford would mean to a normal family?" Sam paused. "It would mean everything"

"Well, you're right, but it means diddly squat here in this family!" Dean yelled

"Fine, Dean. Then consider me not part of your family" Sam said coolly shutting off the phone.

~~~

Sam remembered that fight, and he recalled how tightly he held the phone wanting to call back.

He shook his head and sighed, stepping fully out of the bathroom door. His brother stirred some, but didn't wake up.

He looked at his brother and thought of the face the newspaper was cutting off. The hard line jaw, with the tiny bit of scruff he kept. The slightly spiked up at the top, short brown hair. His hazel eyes that seemed so distant.

"Take a picture it will last longer" Dean said startling Sam. He raised himself off the bed, taking the newspaper off.

"Shut up, Dean" Sam said a bit embarrassed.

"Well, I found something, I don't know if it has to do with the demon. But I figure the more we follow these paths of supernatural, the closer we'll get to dad and yellow eyes"

Sam flinched but agreed. "Yeah, so what do you got?"

Chapter Five

"So, this is little Sammy Winchester, hmmm? I have to say, I'm disappointed, I thought you would be a little harder to catch" laughed the woman with the black eyes.

Sam stared her dead in the eyes, his hands were tied up and his feet, bounded together by rope. "Well, we all disappoint each other from time to time." He was trying to sound like Dean, but honestly Sam was scared, he wasn't sure what to do.

The demon moved her hand in a forward motion and Sam's head flew backwards as if she had thrown a brick at his face. He spat out blood and twinged for a moment desperately clinging to consciousness.

*C'mon what would Dean do?* He thought.

"Haha, aw little Sammy, you are wishing your brother was here, do you want him to come here and save you? Tsk Tsk, I thought we were having such a fun time you and me." She let out a shrill laugh.

He stood quiet, and he tried to keep his mind blank. He was afraid she could read his thoughts. Sam's eyes connected with the demons. Her eyes were as black as coal, and her straight black hair fell behind her shoulders.

The human she was possessing was quite beautiful, she had a curvy body and wore a tight black dress. This was why so many men went missing; she would lure them in and kill them, draining them of blood.

When Dean had told Sam of the many male tourists in Las Vegas, Nevada disappearing Sam was sure that they wanted to stay lost. It was only after they found out, it was mostly men on their bachelor parties did things get suspicious.

With no other connections to the disappearances, they almost decided to leave when they caught trace of sulfur in the air. As soon as they found out it was a demon, the hunt was on.

Sam had a theory it must have been a woman possessed by a demon, she would sneak in to any clubs or bars and lead a man "home" with her.

What Sam didn't expect was that the demon would have the powers of mind manipulation. She read his mind and targeted him. After he had dismissed her advances she took him in the middle of the night, while he walked to his car.

Unfortunately, Dean was nowhere to be found, for he had separated from Sam earlier to search another club.

Sam knew that Dean would come for him; his brother always came for him. The only issue was how long it would take.

"Oh don't worry, baby. I'm planning on keeping you alive till he gets here." She snickered and sighed with a wide smile.

~~~

Dean was worried, the moment Sam and him had separated. He was terrified when his brother was nowhere to be found. So Dean had gone to the club Sam was at and ran down anyone who even saw a glimpse of his brother.

Most just claimed he walked out of the bar, no problem. Then one woman, Dean had worn down with his charm came out and said a woman had been hitting on "The man with the brown hair and the green jacket". She then told him that Sam had turned her down, got uncomfortable and left.

So Dean asked around and managed to get her address. Weary and armed, he sneaked to the address and was now scouting the place.

The house was run down and smelled of sulfur and feces. Dean found places where the wood was rotted and stick his knife in. With a small crack, light began to poor out of the hole and he was able to look inside the house.

Immediately he saw Sam tied to a pole, his hands draped upwards and his feet bound at the floor. Sam's head was drooping and blood was dripping from his mouth. His shirt was torn and he looked lifeless.

Dean's heart began to pound. He wanted to bust down the wall and kill the evil son of a bitch responsible for this. He knew Sam was alive, he felt it, but still he was weary. He continued to look in the hole when he saw a hot chick step out in to view and pace around the room, her heels clicking with each step.

"Of course it's a smoking broad" Dean muttered to himself.

*Here goes nothing* Dean raised his foot up to kick down the rotted wall with a bottle of holy water in hand. Suddenly he was being raised up and pulled into the wood. His body slammed through the wall and the demon was there flashing a seductive smile holding her palm out in Deans direction.

"Nice of you to join your brother, babe" She laughed "Oh you won't be needing that nasty water will you" She said clicking her tongue. She tossed the bottle away from his hand with a nod of the head.

"Go to hell" Dean spat still levitating in air by her hold.

"Been there, done that. Yawn" she said making offhand gestures "Oh but Dean Bean, I'm planning on having some fun with you two, don't make me kill you sooner than I want to"

Sam began to wake up, his eyes fluttered open. When the dizziness subsided, he saw the demon having a chat with his brother. "Dean!" He yelled.

"Aww, little Sammy woke up? How cute. Brothers reunited." Suddenly her head whipped around to Dean. "You. Stop calling me 'chick' or 'demon' it's rude and I won't stand for it. That goes for you too little Sammy"

"Then what do we call you? Bitch?" Dean smirked. His smile was wiped out fast when the demon tightened her grip choking him. After a few moments and shouts from Sam, she relaxed her hold.

"Now don't you be smart with me Dean Winchester, My name is Jen. I will be addressed as such" Jen scolded him.

"Let us go Jen." Sam pleaded

"Oh no no? Pleading with a demon? That's not your style. Oh wait no that isn't 'Deans' way of doing things." She sighed "Sorry for the mix up, it's just your head is so far rammed up Deans ass, I don't know where he starts and you end"

Sam winced with the insult.

"Alright Dean go untie your brother" She yawned. She released Dean and he fell to the floor with a thud. Jen then began to pace.

Dean wasted no time; he ran to his brother's side and pulled out a knife he kept in his sock. He cut his hands and feet lose and lifted Sam up.

"You okay Sammy?" Dean asked holding on to his brother's shoulders.

Sam wiped some blood away from his mouth and nose "Yeah, but how are we going to get out of this one, she can read our minds and control our actions" he whispered.

"Yes, that's right Dean Bean, so you boys better start saying your 'I love you's' Now." She snorted with that one.

Sam and Dean looked at each other. *How the hell are we going to get out of this one*

Her gasp startled them both "No way, you two?" She snorted higher and broke out in to a massive giggle. "Well that is sick, even for me but okay"

"Listen Jen you're pretty hot and I'll take a lot , but a snort is wh-" Dean choked on his words and paused with a blank stare.

"Dean? Dean!" Sam started towards his brother hand reaching out with Dean whipped around and grabbed his hand. His eyes had a sort of fire in them.

"Sammy, I" Dean smashed his lips to his brothers. Sam tried to push him off but Dean fought his and pushed him up against a wall, pinning his arms to the wall with a new found strength.

Dean forced Sam's lips open with his tongue and traced his lips. He explored his brother's mouth as Sam made strangled noises and was forced still.

Dean began to grind himself in to his brother; he felt electricity shoot through his body causing immense pleasure. He moaned and lifted his mouth off of Sam and stared in to his matching hazel eyes for a moment. Then moving to Sam's neck, he bit down and began to suck, he lifted up Sam's shirt and explored his chest with his hands.

He couldn't hear Sam's choked back cries to the demon, begging her to make him stop. Jen wouldn't allow it.

"You both want this, you sick puppies" She chortled holding her hands up controlling them both. "Now Sam is that a hard on for your brother?" she teased.

Both now with their shirts off, Dean licked down Sam's body and found himself kneeling on the ground getting closer and closer to his brothers jeans. He nipped at Sam's hips and licked the the sensitive skin closet to the lining of his pants. It sent shivers down Sam's spine.

Dean looked up at his brother and their eyes met. Sam's looked scared, and Deans looked confused, guilty, and full of lust all at the same time.

His heart began to pump and Dean's hands started to unbuckle him. This demon was going to make them fuck each other than she was going to kill them slowly. Sam was not going to let that happen not to his brother.

A spark went off in Sam. He had to protect his brother; he had to kill this bitch. Sam shoved Dean back and walked towards Jen with a strong back.

Jen yelped in horror "Impossible, little Sammy, What are you doing!" She yelled trying to force Dean to get Sam. "Please!"

Sam's hand wrapped around the demons throat and pulled her close to him nose to nose. He closed his eyes and gripped harder, forcing her to choke. His fingers digging in to her skin.

Black smoke poured out of her mouth and eyes, in to the floor boards, burning the floor into a large pentagram. Sam released the lifeless body of Jen and she hit the ground hard. Sam's body felt weak and his hands went limp and swung down.

Dean appeared by Sam's side and turned him around and stared in to his eyes with a questioning look.

"Sam... Sammy. What just happened" Dean asked

"I... I don't know"