Dean felt trapped. Almost as if he was trapped in his own body.
He would watch, as the thing imprisoning him took over his life; laughed with his brother, talked to his friends, found out their deepest fears and threatened to use those fears against them...
And then it had him REALLY out of character.
And the worst part?
Every single day, it would talk to him. Tell him what it would do to them when his mission was done; it would paint a picture of death and destruction, tell him that it would make him watch as he slowly gutted Castiel, his best friend, told him to imagine the look on Sam's face as his older brother killed him- it haunted Dean's nightmares.
Everyday he would wake up to find that the nightmare was real. That those dreams could become very real.
He wanted out. He would do whatever it took to get out and save his friends. Even if it meant dying himself.
