Sam watched as Dean changed. He couldn't believe what he changed in to. It wasn't anything that had gone through his head.

He sighed and brought the holy water over to him. He lifted up his head and forced the holy water down his mouth. He watched as he changed back into Dean. At the same time, Dean woke up, coughing.

"Dude, what the hell?" Dean asked.

"I gave you the holy water to turn you back into you," Sam said.

"Did it work?" Dean asked and jumped up to look in the mirror. "Why are my clothes torn?"

"You were bigger," Sam said.

"What did I turn into? Was it the Incredible Hulk? That would have been cool."

"No, it wasn't the Incredible Hulk."

"What then?" Dean asked. He was starting to get a little worried. Sam was acting odd. "Did I hurt you?"

"No."

"What's with you? You're acting weird. Tell me what I turned in to."

"Me."

"What?"

"You turned into me."

Dean took a minute to mull that over. "Sorry, Sammy."

"Why are you afraid of me? I would never hurt you," Sam asked, confused. He couldn't understand why Dean would be afraid of him.

"What you were doing with Ruby that time," Dean answered. That scared him. He didn't know how Sam could exorcise demons with his mind, but he knew it wasn't good.

"That was a couple of months ago, Dean. I told you that I was done with my psychic thing. I'm not going to use it anymore." Sam was hurt that Dean would be afraid of that. He had promised that he wouldn't use his psychic powers anymore and he meant it. Why couldn't Dean trust him? He always trusted Dean.

"I know, Sammy and I believe you," Dean said. He was lying. He wasn't sure that he did believe Sam, but if Sam was telling the truth, the fastest way to push him back to Ruby would be to tell him he didn't trust him, that he thought he had changed somehow while he was downstairs.

"Then why are you afraid of me?"

Dean wondered why Sam could never let anything go. There was no way this conversation was going to come out good.

"I don't know, Sam. What do you want from me? Maybe it wasn't specifically you, that I'm afraid of, but people who have demonic powers."

Sam looked up sharply, thinking Dean knew something. But then he just realized that he was calling them demonic powers because the yellow-eyed demon started it all.

"Fine," Sam finally said. He didn't buy it for one minute. Dean was scared of him, but there was probably nothing he could do to change that. Maybe as time went by and he didn't use his powers, Dean's fear would ebb.

Dean knew that Sam was hurt. He would be hurt, too, if he found out that he was Sam's biggest fear.

"Want to take a week off?" Dean suddenly asked.

"What?" Sam asked. They were in the middle of the end of the world and Dean wanted to take a break?

"We've been going non-stop since I got back. We should do something fun."

"Yeah, that would be great," Sam said. He didn't really care, but he thought about what Dean just said. It would probably really suck to be in Hell for four months and then come back and work constantly. The guy deserved some fun. "What do you want to do? Want to go to the Grand Canyon?" Sam asked, remembering a conversation they had had a couple of years ago.

Dean thought about the Grand Canyon. It was a big chasm. It would probably remind him of Hell. "No. Let's go to the beach."

"The beach?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, girls in bikinis."

Sam smiled. In some ways, Dean would probably never change. "OK, let's go."

The End