A/N: Sequel to "Amnesia Is A Bitch"

This is my Season 6 AU.

I think I want to make this a 3 Part Series but I'm not sure yet.

Just want to say thank you to all who have Supported me and Viewed / Reviewed this Story's Prequel.

Recovering Is Worse:

Dean wasn't sure where he was now, all he knew is that he was moving - correction; he was falling.

To quick for anything to be clear, he could feel his hand gripping someone tight but he had no clue anymore.

He remembered Cas being bloody and bruised and Sam looking horrified at him while crouching over Gabriel then Dean remembered the truth; he was falling back down into Hell for the second time, this time with Lucifer right behind him instead of a Hell Hound spitting up his Soul onto the rack for Alastair to play with. Darkness endued around the Winchester.

Dean's world crashed to a halt.

The Winchester awoke inside dark room, muffled tortured screams surrounded him

"Rise and shine, Squirrel"

Dean jolted to his knees, his wrists cuffed and chained to the ground

"I have to say, you're back a lot sooner than I thought, risking your life to save your Brother's and the Angels. Moronic move though. A wasted opportunity as now I have you and Lucifer to deal with"

"Where is he?"

"Is there any of Michael left in you?" Crowley avoided the subject

"Michael? No, I rejected him" Dean felt stupid, unable to even see past his nose for all he knew he was talking to a wall or something much worse.

Crowley hummed in response, "You should be thankful, Squirrel, I had to pull a long of strings for you to stay here"

"Where am I?"

"The Cage"

Dean freaked, struggling to break free "Lucifer let me out you Son of Bitch"

"Aww, you spoiled my fun" Lucifer's voice came through Crowley's morphing body, Dean found himself able to move, Hell was now in clear view around them

"I originally planned an entire party for Sam, guess you'll have to do"

"You wanted to check if I could still beat you"

"Not so likely anymore, hm? You threw out your Ace"

Dean rolled his eyes "What are you going to do? Torture? Already been done that road, Alastair taught me quite a few tricks"

It was Lucifer's turn to roll his eyes, "Oh Dean, I'm flattered, really but you're wasting your breath"

"How?"

"I'm already inside your head, well, more importantly, your Soul"

Dean screamed out as Lucifer eased his hand and arm into Dean's body, gripping at his damaged Soul, yanking at it while holding a smile.

"No naptime for you, Dean-o"

Lucifer squeezed tighter while Dean yelled out louder.

Dean wasn't sure where he was now, all he knew is that he was moving - correction; he was falling. Lucifer was already having fun.

Meanwhile on Earth three months had passed.

Sam had dropped into silence after the first month of searching and finding nothing.

Cas was still recovering from Michael beating him senseless.

Gabriel certainly had his hands full.

Bobby had bombarded them with questions, receiving vague answers wasn't appealing but the look in Sam's eye told him everything he needed to, Dean was gone.

Castiel was trying so hard to keep his promise to Dean of resurrection while still recovering with weakened Grace he crawled into Hell, needless to say it spat him up quicker than he came in. Gabriel was pissed, the Archangel stripped Castiel of all abilities - including flying and walking - except for Grace allowing his body to heal.

"Are you stupid, boy?" Bobby shouted.

"Dean is still down there"

"You could have been caught, Castiel. Does that mean nothing to you?" Gabriel demanded.

"No. I needed to save Dean" Bedrest was aggravating the Fledging, he could even stretch his wings as they were bound together. A punishment he deserved but not one he ever desired and wished was over.

"He's a big boy, he made his choice to slam himself and Lucifer back into the Cage. You're not allowed to stretch until you've healed properly and you won't be saving Dean either. You've already jumped in twice, both times you barely broke free. I'll go, you'll get him back"

"Don't..."

A weak plea that made Gabriel's eye bug out "Sam?"

The youngest Winchester completely broke down after Dean was lost the second time around. If it weren't for Gabriel nudging to do the little things like eat small amounts though it never stayed down long enough to digest from the nightmares and general throwing up all night, drink - though that barely rested in his stomach either and go to the bathroom to wash Sam would most likely be dead by now or a broken shell. Gabriel wasn't sure which was better at this point.

Sam's body slumped forward, he was caught by Gabriel "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy there"

"Don't go..."

"I won't be until you're better, Sam-wise" Gabriel raised himself to his tiptoes pressing his hand against Sam's head "You're a little warmer than earlier. Go back to bed, I'll fix you up in a jiffy"

Gabriel zapped himself and Sam back into the guest room, Cas was next door in the spare room.

"Easy does it. You know you've accomplished speaking today, three weeks ago you barely made a noise" Gabriel praised cupping Sam's cheek after laying him down on the bed.

"Don't go down there..."

"You need Dean back, yeah? It's the only way. Cas won't be strong enough to pull every bit of him back out. I'm making sure I get it right"

Gabriel draped the thick covers back over Sam's weakening body, making a move to get up but Sam had other ideas; looping his arm around Gabriel's waist the Archangel was pulled down an inch away from Sam's body

"I'm not going there right now. I was about to check on Cas"

That only made Sam increase his hold "Stay, please..."

After only ten seconds Gabriel yielded "Damn you and your Puppy eyes, Winchester"

Sam made an attempt of a silent chuckle, making his body wobbly

"Hey, progress Moosey. You'll be back to yourself in no time. I'm not going anywhere until you give the all clear but I have to help Cas too, OK?"

Sam nodded, he knew he was being selfish against Cas right now but found himself unable to stop his downward spiralling just yet. He knew Gabriel was right on all accounts, he needed to get better so Dean could be brought back and Cas could return to his... usual Cas self and the three of them wouldn't be bothering Bobby.

"Yeah, just not tonight"

"I know. Baby steps are still steps, Sam. You'll get there"

Sam hugged his Archangel through the night praying his Brother was back safe and secure but he knew that he wasn't being herd by anyone who could help.