Dean woke up in his room, sunlight streaming through the window. He felt refreshed, happy to be up and alive. He hadn't felt like that in a while, and he didn't feel that constant pressure of the darkness on his mind. For once, he felt like his old self. Felt like he could take on the world and any evil son of a bitch that came into his path. He strode to the door that connected the two bedrooms, opened it, and watched as his brother's chest rose and fell with sleep. Sam turned over, readjusted his pillow under his head and Dean closed the door between them. Smiling, he went to his dresser, the first dresser he had ever owned, Sammy built it Sammy was turning out to be rather talented with wood, and pulled out jeans, tee shirt, boxers, and socks and started for his door when he heard something. He turned, and saw a man sitting on his window sill, blocking out the sunlight that had been bathing his room in its warmth.

"Who are you?" Dean asked with narrowed eyes.

"Who do you want me to be?"

"Just answer the damn question."

"Dean, Dean, Dean, you are simply no fun any longer." Dean straightened up. He knew.

"It's you."

"Oh Come now Dean, we shared so many wonderful times together. How can you use that tone with me? We were such a good pair."

"We were not a good pair."

"You were a fantastic puppet."

"I am no one's puppet."

"Oh, now see Dean, that is where you are wrong." The man got off of the window sill but the sun was still missing from his room. "You see, we allowed your brother to take you back because we need you to do your job."

"I am doing my job."

"Not the job your father gave you. But the job we gave you. Now we didn't expect you to use that whole exorcism that kills us. That was unexpected."

"I will never work for you. I am no demon's bitch."

"I'm afraid that you are."

"No, I'm John Winchester's son, and we do not play with devils."

"But you sell your souls to them." That stopped Dean cold. "That got you. We took your soul once and we can take it again." Dean stood straighter.

"I would rather be in hell than work for you." The dark form came closer to Dean and just as it was about to put a hand on him, Dean woke up.

"Dean! Dean!" Sam shouted shaking his brother as hard as he could. When Dean's eyes opened, relief streamed through all of Sam's limbs. "Dean. You okay?"

"I." he stumbled over the words trying to get breath back into his beleaguered body. "I don't know Sammy. I don't know."