"Sammy…." Dean breathed.

Dean's eyes lit up with hope as the unemotional layer was lifted from Sam's smooth face. Sometimes he could still pretend his brother was the same, but then…

"Look," Sam said with an air of content, pointing to his laptop, "I was able to trace the cell phone call. We are going to be able to kill this sonuvabitch!"

With that, Sam's face broke out into a smile, ready for the hunt. Too ready…

Dean looked at the smile that was his brother's, but so wrong…

He's not your brother Dean

Dean winced, every hair on his arm rising as a cold chill swept the room.

Look at him, you know the truth. You know… yet you still attach yourself to him like a needy little child.

Sam's eye brows scrunched as he turned his head to look at the man behind him. No recognition of care or concern. Just a calculating stare…

See how he looks at you! You're nothing to him! He would kill you! He should kill you! You deserve it!

Dean closed his eyes, rubbing his temples. Why was his brain pestering him like this? He needed to focus, but blinding pain brought him to his knees.

HA! You're weak! You didn't save him! You could of and you didn't! And you KNOW you should have tried harder! YOU KILLED HIM! Your father would be SO proud! Little Sammy in hell where he belongs!

"Aaarrghh!" Dean cried from the floor, writhing from the onslaught of accusations. But they were so true… Too true…

"Dean! Hey man, come on. Snap out of it!" Sam yelled, stepping over the man on the floor and heading towards the shotgun on the bed. With a thud, he hit the floor as the supernatural force barreled into him.

Drops of red hit the floor as blood trailed down Dean's cheeks like tears.

You know, I may be trapped in hell Dean. But I'm still in here. In your head.

An image of Sam enveloped Dean's mind, the cruel smile of Lucifer on his lips.

You didn't save m. I mean, come on, did you even try? How can I call you my brother if all my life you did nothing but let me down…

Dean cried out, emotional apologies on his lips...

BANG

The unnatural scream of a Supernatural creature followed, it's iron like clamp on his mind dissolving to nothing.

Dean looked up to find Sam's vessel grinning, the dead creature at his feet.

At the man's gaze, Sam shifted, placing the carefully constructed mask of emotion back on.

"Hey man, you okay?"

Dean let his forehead drop back to the cold concrete floor.