This is a scene from 7.02 (Hello Cruel World) from Dean's point of view. I may do it from Sam and Bobby's as well depending on the reviews I get.

Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Supernatural.

The look of fear and pain in Sam's eyes when he woke up killed Dean, though it was gone almost as soon as it appeared. If Cas had somehow appeared in that room at that moment Dean would have had a hard time keeping himself from strangling him with his bare hands for knocking down the wall in Sam's head.

"That's twelve hours straight" he told Sam, "I'm calling that rested." He handed his brother a bottle of water and a power bar, "Here, hydrate and uh… protein-ate." Was that even a word?

"Breakfast in bed." Sam joked, though Dean could tell it was forced.

"Don't get used to it" Dean warned him, "Lets see that hand." As Dean un-wrapped the bandage on Sam's hand he examined him, Sam seemed a bit pale and there was a lost look in his eyes that worried Dean. "Ah, you'll live." He told Sam as he grabbed a bottle of whiskey from where Bobby had left it on a nearby table, "here" Dean said, pouring some over the stitches, "Alright, take it easy" he said as Sam sucked his breath at the pain. Dean stood up so that Bobby could sit down and re-bandage Sam's hand.

"So" Sam asked, "Ooze invasion, any leads?" Bobby finished wrapping Sam's hand and sat back,

"I've got all my feelers out" he told them, "Whatever they're up to it ain't, ain't about going Mothra down main street, they'll turn up. You seem pretty eager to stretch your legs, you know." Dean turned his attention to Sam,

"Now onto our other big problem, how are you doing? And don't say okay." He warned. "I'm not okay." Sam admitted,

"You think",

"Hey" Bobby told him, "Go a little easy."

"There's nothing easy about it Bobby" Dean said in exasperation, "We acted like he had everything under control."

"I get it, I'm sorry" Sam interrupted, "Look, I didn't exactly want to crack up, you know." Dean sighed, the fact that Sam was admitting that he wasn't doing well so easily worried Dean.

"What the hell happened back there?"

"Well, it's not just the flashbacks anymore."

"Well what then?"

"It's more like I'm seeing through the cracks."

"What does that mean?"

"It means I'm having a difficult time figuring out what's real." Dean stared at him for a moment.

"Hallucinations?" he asked

"For starters" Dean couldn't believe it,

"Well for starters, if you're tripping Hells Bells, why would you hide that?"

"I wasn't hiding it Dean, I-I was just not talking about it." Dean rolled his eyes, same thing.

"I mean" Sam continued, "It seemed like you two had enough going on as it was. Look, I just figured, try to hold on to the safety bar and ride it out, you know? But it's getting more specific." Something in Sam's tone worried Dean,

"As in specifically what?" he asked, not sure if he wanted to know.

"What the hell, Sam?" Dean exclaimed, as he pour a glass of whiskey for Bobby and himself,

"I told you." Sam said, sounding tired, Dean shook his head,

"I mean seriously, how do you, how do you argue with that?"

"I know" Sam agreed, "It's a problem."

"Well, wait now" Dean said, thinking of something, "I got it. Why would the devil holodeck you a whole new life when he could just kick your ass all over the cage?" Sam just sighed,

"Cause" he said, "As he puts it, you can't torture someone who has nothing left for you to take away." Dean hated the look of utter despair in his little brother's eyes,

"Okay, fine. But this Malibu dream mansion that he, he, he makes for you to take away is this post-apocalyptic mess?" Suddenly Dean noticed that his brother seemed to be staring at something; he followed his gaze but could see nothing.

"Wait" he said, as he realized something, "Are you seeing him right now?" The small amount of hope he had that he was wrong disappeared as Sam nodded.

"You do know he's not real. Right?" Sam's answer pierced his heart,

"He says the same thing about you."