A/N: Will be adding a Demon character in next Chapter for a little bit of Fun.
100 Bonus points if you can guess correctly.
Though leaving on a slight cliff hanger, Enjoy.
Currently Dean had no clue what Hell was like but he was sure this had to be it, it wasn't the memory loss that bothered him as much as it should, it was waking up with the Mother of all Headaches after remembering certain sections of his past, his problem he somehow managed to cram too much into one second. Trust a Winchester to force himself to recover.
Dean pleaded with his body to return to the depths of sleep however his body wouldn't co-operate.
Cas was still there, a shocker for Dean, though when he could focus he leapt into the air realising Cas was just staring at him,
"Jeez! Cas, that's just creepy. Don't you blink, at all?"
Cas shifted his gaze "Apologies, Dean"
"It's fine, I think"
"How are you feeling?"
"You mean besides weirded out at the fact you've probably not stopped staring at me?"
"Yes,"
"Just a throbbing headache"
"I'll get you some water" Cas left before Dean could blink, the Angel returned with a glass of water with two pills.
Dean sat himself up accepting the items, "Thanks"
"Do you remember anything?"
"Uh, a little. I need to talk to Sam about something"
"Would you like me to get him?"
"No, I'll go in a minute" Dean drained the glass "Mind if I get dressed?"
"No. Why would I mind?"
Dean sagged, wishing the Angel would just elaborate just once or figure out what someone meant when using a blunt sentence "I would prefer privacy, not stripping in front of an Angel"
"Oh. I'll leave you to that and let Sam know you must discuss something with him"
"Great" Dean froze, "Where's my bag?"
"Here" Cas presented Dean bag by his feet.
"You- You picked through it?"
"I was reading your Father's Journal"
"Any reason in particular?" Dean was curious, he honestly didn't seem to mind Cas going through his things for some reason he couldn't pin point.
"I wanted to learn about your Father and various creatures you and Sam have encountered"
"OK. I'll be out in a few"
Cas nodded then vanished, taking the empty glass with him.
Dean dressed himself and padded into the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror. For a small moment he could feel his skin stretch in all directions while the Lanky Demon from before taunted him, Dean violently shivered but sucked it all back in as he needed Sam to make sure his little Brother was OK, more importantly - alive.
Finding Sam was easy enough, parting him from the Archangel's frisky fingers was a tad more difficult however Sam more jumped at the frightened expression within Dean's eyes, the two bundled through to the spare Hotel room.
"What's going on?"
"Sam, I need to ask you something" Dean's urgency made Sam uneasy.
"OK, what?"
"Let me see your back" Dean began to shed his Brother's clothes, it made Sam jump
"Dean! Dean, what?"
"Sam I had a weird dream that involved someone stabbing you in the back, tell me that didn't happen!"
"Dean, stop" The Brother's twirled in a continuous loop of moves "Dean, seriously! Stop!"
"Were you stabbed? Did I let you die?!"
"I was stabbed but no, no you never let that happen. You did everything you could to bring me back"
"You're lying Sam"
"Dean, why would I lie about dying?"
"Because I felt your body, levelling in weight on my shoulder as you bled out on me from a stab wound, in the back" Dean was gasping for breath
"Dean..."
"Wait, you said 'bring me back' what happened?"
"Do you remember much of 2008 going into 2009?"
"Only bits of it"
"If I say this, I could hurt you"
"Sam, I don't care. Did you die?"
"Yes"
Devastation settled in "What happened?"
"You were right, I was stabbed. The wound was too deep to just sew up and it would be fine. Then you... You made a deal with a Crossroads Demon, Dean"
"Oh shit. Why does my time run out, we gotta tell them!"
"Whoa, wait" Sam snagged his Brother from leaving "It already happened?"
Dean froze, his face unreadable "What?"
"Your deal already happened"
"What? I died?"
"Yeah... that's how we met Cas"
"Cas! Get your feathery ass in here!"
"Hello Dean"
"What was Perdition? You told me you raised me from Perdition, what the Hell is that?"
"Hell" Cas answered.
"So, I've been to Hell and back?" That seemed odd to say out loud when it was literal.
"Yeah, Ruby, Lilith... it was a Hellhound" Sam admitted weakly.
"No-one thought to tell me!" Dean dove into hysterics.
"Dean, we were worried about your health. We didn't want to overstep our boundaries"
"Dude, screw that!" Dean hollered.
"This is something we can't just sweep under the carpet, Dean. You could have a mental breakdown. Does that mean nothing to you?" Sam goaded his Brother hoping sympathy would cave in from Dean.
Castiel let out a shrieking noise, followed by an order of "Enough!"
The Winchesters side-glared at the Angel "My apologies but that had to be done"
"Yeah, sure. I'm going out" Dean announced nudging Sam hard as he passed
"Where?"
"Just out, Sammy" Dean slammed the door to finalise the conversation.
"We have just told Dean he has resided in Hell, he could mentally collapse behind the wheel or remember something he shouldn't without company. I'll follow him" Castiel said, disappearing seconds later.
