Dean watches Sam's petrified face and stays quietly still as he feels gentle grace brush up against his mind.

The memories he receives are anything but.

He nearly falls to the ground as images swarm his thoughts, scrambling and poking around his brain like relentless crows.

He feels heart-wrenching sorrow and agony as he hears his brother, no, himself, say words buried so deep in his own memory he forgets he ever voiced them.

If I didn't know you, I would want to hunt you.

And oh, God, Sammy, no, he never meant that, he never wanted to hurt his brother like that-

But something dark and deep inside him whispers, then why did you ever say it?

Dean turns away from that thought in shame and guilt.

There are more memories, more pain, more

monster,

abomination,

bloodsucking freak, vampire-

Wait, no, Dean thinks, and he is back to staring at his brother's pale face in horror.