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John Winchester nodded his head as a tear slid into his peppered beard, Dean rushed toward him and embraced him in a hug. Sobs rocked through Dean, the man he had loved so much in life, who had raised him to be all that he could be now stood before him. Maybe Hell wouldn't be so bad after all…

"Dad, how are you here? I thought when we opened the gate and you escaped? I…I don't understand…" Dean rasped with a sand paper voice.

"I didn't Dean, I was sucked back here. I wasn't…wasn't strong enough to escape."

"Well, I guess we got each other now, huh?" Dean said with a smile. His father took his coat off and wrapped it around Deans naked body, Dean flinching as the fabric brushed against his painful wounds.

They walked for hours, talking about old times, about the things they had done, about Sammy. The desert stretched on and on, the sand burning Deans feet and scorching his skin. The sun beating down so hard that Dean could barely see his father. But it was all ok, his father was here now. Everything would be ok. He had someone.

He talked about Sams death, about how Dean had to make the deal.

"I couldn't let him die dad…I just couldn't."

"I couldn't let you die Dean, it's cause were weak. Just like you weren't strong enough to deal with Sams death." His father looked at him with anger in his eyes, Dean stepped back in shock.

"What?" He gasped.

"Little Dean, so weak, so pathetic. Can't have a life unless hes got either his daddy or his little brother." His father began circling him, Deans eyes flashing with confusion.

"You're…You're not my father…"

"Oh, but I am. Deal didn't do ya any good did it Dean? Sammys dead now, in the room right next to you as well! You failed me Dean, you piece of shit! You failed us all!"

Dean fell to the ground as his father screamed at him, his voice so loud Deans ears began to bleed.

"No..no…you're not him! Your not my dad! You're a demon! Leave me alone! Just leave me alone!" Dean covered his ears and shy away as his father crouched down beside him, an evil grin on his face. Dean looked up and saw crimson eyes, hate and evil shining brightly.

"Well, I had ya going there pretty good didn't I? But it's all true Dean-o, Sam is here, so is your daddy. You didn't do anything right, failed 'em all, killed 'em all. Nice job on that one Dean." The demon laid a hand on Deans shoulder and smacked it in a joking matter, a pat on the back that was tortures to Deans burnt skin.

Dean was rocking back and forth, he ran a hand through his hair, pulling patches out only to leave a bloody scalp.

"You're not him. You're not him. You're not him. You're not him." He panted as the demon laughed in good humor.

"Oh Dean, but I am! I am the one thing you want most right now, look at me Dean." Dean looked up and saw Sam, complete with hazel eyes and shaggy brown hair. Dean swallowed hard, the façade was a cruel torture.

"Get…the…hell…out…of…my….ROOM!" Dean shook feverishly, sending specks of spit on the demons face.

"As you wish."

In a twirl of smoke he was gone.

Dean laid on the sand, his bloody body shaking in tremors as he thought of his family. They were all damned, dead, in hell all because of him.

"It was me. It was all me. I…I did it to all of them…."

Dean shook, his sanity slipping as the thoughts plagued his mind. He stood, tears rolling down his cheeks as he thought of it all. He wanted to do something about this, anything, but he couldn't. He was stuck here forever. Maybe if he could find that door, find Sammy…maybe he could…just maybe.

He began walking, panicked thoughts pushing at his mind and making him run through the empty desert to find the door and Sam.