I found a beautiful fanart - see the icon above - and Nafrayu challenged me and asked me to write something about it. I couldn't found the artist, if you know him/her, please, let me know.

Thank you to NoilyPrat for her help with the translation.

Takes place between season 3 and 4.

Disclaimer : The characters belong to the CW.

It was a normal day. Wake up, wash up, eat. Investigate, hunt, leave this rotted motel. And start again in a new town. On a new case. With another monster. With the Impala. With John's journal.

But without Dean.

It was a normal day. Another day without his brother. Another day with his bad thoughts.

Demons run away from him, none wanted to show up at the crossroads. However, he was ready to sell his fucking soul ! But these bastards stayed out of reach. Nonetheless, Sam kept hope. He was going to bring Dean out of Hell ! Oh yes !

It was a normal day. And yet, looking in the mirror above the sink, Sam didn't see his reflection. It wasn't his tired look that peered down in his eyes. It wasn't his closed expression that jumped out at him. The face appearing had the same wearied expression as he did. But it wasn't his.

The hunter's first reflex was to look behind him, just in case. He was very alone in this sordid bathroom. Looking back in the glass, he met the stranger again, who was examining him. Sam moved his hand at his cheek but the reflection didn't. In any case, it couldn't be him, he wasn't wearing a tie.

Pointing his finger, he touched the mirror. The man didn't flinch. He simply stared at him with his big blue eyes.

- Who are you ? Sam asked.

The guy tilted his head from one side as he tried to understand the words coming out from the young man's mouth.

- Who are you ? he repeated.

A small smile slowly appeared on the stranger's lips.

- A demon ?

The smile became larger. It wasn't a mischief smile but a real amused one. Sam looked down.

- I'm turning crazy, he whispered, mostly for himself.

He was going to leave the place and tried to forget this apparition as a voice erupted. It came from his guts, deep inside him. It was deep and comforting. It didn't speak much. Just one word actually.

Dean.

Astounded, Sam turned around and looked in the mirror. The radiant face considered him. Again, the word sounded in Sam's stomach and made his insides jump.

Dean.

Sam quickly approached and put one arm on the mirror. He looked at the stranger in his eyes.

- You know my brother ?

The face glanced at him, impassive.

- Is that you, talking to me ? What do you know about my brother ? You can do something for him ?

The face started to vanished.

- No ! Don't go. Tell me what you know !

But this was pointless. The man kept on disappearing and soon his shadow was nothing more than a vaguely grey human contour.

Dean.

Again, his brother's name resounded in Sam's heart. With a promise.

It wasn't clear but it existed. A pledge. A hope.

He is coming back.

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