Dean, you've been gone for three months now.. I don't know what to do anymore. Hunting is all I have.. I just wish I knew what to do now. You used to call all of the shots. I just feel this blackness inside.. I'm beginning to succumb to it. There is no life without you, I've learnt. Please come back…

Another kill, another day. Demon after demon falls before him. Sam Winchester was gaining a big name. There were even rumours that he could take down demons simply by using his mind. News of his brother was fading, almost as if the other Winchester boy had been a dream.

Sammy, it's so dark.. There's so much pain.. Every day there is the never-ending pain of being torn apart and made whole once more.. They offer to let me do the killing.. To take me off the rack.. I refuse, Sammy. I won't let myself become a monster..

Years passed. Too many years. Ten, twenty, and finally thirty years. They had finally broken Dean Winchester. He was off the rack and torturing the souls of others. They had won.

Dean, I am so alone.. I have Ruby, but she only comes around to help me when I need it. There's no one else.. No one who understands. Please, please find your way back. It's been almost four years now, and I really do need you.

The once friendly and caring Sam was now an empty shell of what he used to be. The only thing that mattered was sending demons back to Hell where they belonged. Some say that he does it because it is his job, but others know the truth. They know that he does it for his brother.

Sammy.. Oh, Sammy. There's a light.. Someone has me. I'm being dragged away from this life. Who has me? Who has come to rescue me? It doesn't matter, I suppose.. I'll be back there soon, okay? I'm coming for you, Sammy..

Higher powers had made the decision. Dean Winchester had to be brought back from Hell to stop his brother. Castiel reached down into the dark depths, pulling the man back to life. They would never let the demons win the war.