When Sam arrived at the bar where Dean was located, he met the new Dean. He was sitting by a piano, the First Blade on top of it. Was he playing piano? Oh it didn't matter. He didn't come to see, and listen to, his older brother playing a musical instrument. He knew what he had to do. "Dean, this needs to stop." The older man stood up. It was obvious he had no intent on stopping. He took the blade in his hand and approached him, his eyes gleaming in a dangerous way. He stayed quiet. "Alright, if this is rather how you'll do it. Okay Dean. But just know that you are wrong. This is not where you belong, Dean. I can't give anything away. I can't give you away." Then he spoke. "Well c'mon then, prove me I'm wrong Sammy. I'll take you on." Taking a deep breath, the younger Winchester approached. He didn't wanted to do this, but he knew he had no choice.