The pair went out for breakfast and talked over oatmeal and pancakes. Dean decided to tell Sam about what he felt at the gas station.

"Do you have any idea what it was?" Sam asked when he was done explaining.

"You know, I feel like I recognize it, I just can't really put my finger on it."

"So it was just, what, intuition?"

"Well we've worked on just your intuition before. I just think we should stay here until I can figure out what it is. It feels like it could be dangerous."

Sam nodded, "alright."

They finished breakfast and headed back to the motel in a stretch of silence. Dean decided to break the tension.

"Okay, if this is going to work, we need to be completely truthful with each other."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I haven't told you everything, and I can't expect you to trust me if I'm keeping things from you."

"Dean, if you don't want to talk about hell, it's fine."

"No, it's not that, I'll tell you anything you want to know about my time down under. I mean, I know how you feel." Sam cocked an eyebrow. "Every second of every day. It's like, I don't know, a sixth sense. I just know. Like right now you're skeptical." Sam gave him a look. "Now you're confused. Now you're half pissed off and half freaked out."

"Huh."

"And what I'm getting at is, I know how you feel... about me. About traveling with me, about me hunting, hell, you're uneasy right now just because I'm sitting here."

"Why didn't you say anything about this before?"

"Because I could tell that you would flip out on me if I did. Alright, I spilled my guts, anything you want to tell me?"

Sam stared out the window. "The truth?"

"That's the idea."

He spoke hesitantly. "You're scaring me, Dean. I'm so afraid that you'll be like other demons."

"Black eyed and kill-crazy?"

"Well, yeah I guess. And I'm sorry, I just can't trust you yet. It's not you, it's everything that's happened with other demons and I started thinking that maybe it's just instinct, something that'll happen to every demon eventually, like vengeful spirits. And another thing, I've met demons a lot older than you who can hardly make a gust of wind, whereas you just show up and you can automatically disappear and reappear and toss a ghost clear across a field. And now this emotions thing, I feel like you're in my head and, honestly, it freaks me out a bit."

"Wow," was all Dean said in response.

"Too much truth?" Sam asked, now looking worried.

"No. No, truth is good. Just, wow. That's just, you know, a lot."

"I'm sorry."

"No. It's good to know."

"Dean–"

He hit his palm against the steering wheel, eyes momentarily flickering black. "I said it's fine, Sam. Drop it."

When they got back to the motel, Sam went inside while Dean loitered in front of the vending machine outside. He just needed some air. He already knew that gaining Sam's trust would be near impossible, but hearing all of his concerns out loud was like a blow to the chest. It had to come out eventually, he could tell that both of them needed to get it out in the open. He pounded a fist on the vending machine (perhaps a bit harder than he meant to, it left a dent) and turned to go back to the room.

That was when it came back. That strange presence, much stronger than before, closer. Dean ran back to the room as soon as he felt it. He could hear some struggle from inside. He burst through the door to find Sam fighting with (and losing to) a tall man with quite a bit of bulk. This was definitely the presence. A demon.

Dean rushed towards him, arm outstretched. The demon was thrown against the wall and pinned there despite his struggles. His heaving breaths turned to menacing laughter.

"Why are you following me?" Dean insisted.

"It's you, isn't it? Dean Winchester." The demon continued laughing.

Dean pulled him forward and slammed him back against the wall, "answer the question!"

"Oh they told me about you. How mad you'd get if I messed with little Sammy here. Why are you protecting him still? You don't need him. With how powerful you are, you could rule the world in a week if you wanted to."

Dean clenched his fist, eyes turning black. The demon moaned in pain. "Why are you here?"

"Well I just wanted to see it myself. The strong young demon who thinks he can still be a hunter. You're a regular celebrity down under. I also wanted to send my congratulations. Crawling out in only twenty years. That's got to be some sort of record. Some of us are actually pretty pissed about it." Another chilling laugh. "I heard Lucifer had big plans for you."

"Shut up." Dean clenched his fist tighter.

The demon let loose a scream. "You can't run from Hell, Dean! It'll follow you forever!"

Dean took a determined stance. "Exorcizamus te" he began, wincing a bit.

"You're not going to exorcise me. Not without taking yourself with."

Dean paid no attention to him, "omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica protestas," he fought to hold his stance, speaking with more difficulty, "omnis incursio, infernalis adverserii," his head was whipped to the side, but he continued strongly. "Omnis legio, Omnis congregatio et secta diabolica." Dean was out of breath, he stumbled back. He tried to keep going, but it was too painful. He had to drop the hand holding the demon against the wall. The demon grinned and started to stalk toward Dean on the floor.

Meanwhile, Sam was recovering from the beating. Seeing the situation, he sped through the rest of the exorcism. Black smoke rushed out of the man's mouth and his body collapsed.

Dean was coughing and panting, heavily supporting himself on a wall. "How about you handle those from now on."

"No kidding. You okay?"

"Yeah, I will be. Thanks Sammy."

"No problem. It's what I'm here for, right?"

Dean smiled a bit, "right."