When Sam first came up with the plan to jump straight into a hole with Lucifer in him, he was a bit relieved. Finally he had a plan that would keep Dean and Bobby safe, as well as the rest of the world. Hell, Cas would even be safer.

Sam wasn't too fond of the idea of going to Hell, but who would be? He knew Dean still had nightmares. But he wouldn't be having nightmares, though, he'd be living them.

On the days leading up to when Sam would say 'Yes', Sam had several nightmares. He was going to be stuck in a box with the Devil himself for…ever, pretty much. Sure, Hell was one thing but Hell with Lucifer was going to be a thousand times worse. Sam considered telling Dean he didn't want to go through with the plan but Sam knew that in the end it had to happen.

He even prayed for a solution to come—any solution besides saying 'Yes'. But, like hundreds of times previously, his prayers were not answered.

When the Impala pulled into Detroit, Sam had mixed feelings. Mainly he was scared shitless. He was going to Hell with friggin' Lucifer! But he also felt…glad, in a way. The angels would stop messing with his brother. There would be no Apocalypse, no ultimate showdown between Lucifer and Michael. Dean didn't have to say 'Yes'.

His entire life Dean had been there for him, doing things for him whether he knew it or not. Dean kept away the bullies when they were in school, went to his high school graduation, played with him when they were younger, and Dean did everything he could to keep his baby brother safe.

Now, it was time for Sam to help out Dean.

It was time for Sam to do something for Dean.