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Sam was getting worried. Dean was taking forever to come back. He knew he shouldn't have left Dean go out like that, so soon after they got back from the hospital. Specially when he had no idea if the thing Dean saw was just an hallucination or something real.

When it comes to Dean, it could have been anything. He hardly showed his real feelings, Sam knew that attitude could bring consequences.

He heard the noise of the Impala driving fast and being harshly parked. Sam ran outside to check what was going on.

He saw Dean opening the door. At least he was ok.

" Where the hell have you been? You said it would be back soon. I was damn worried Dean". Sam yelled at Dean.

Dean, on the other hand, just raised his eyebrows and gave Sam a 'sorry-dad' look, making fun.

" You'll have a heart attack like that Sammy, relax". He made his way into the motel room. Sam followed.

" Where were you? He demanded.

" I went for a drive like I said…and…I saw the thing again." Dean reached for his bag and grabbed his father's journal to give it a second try.

" You sure? What happened?" Sam still didn't know whether this was real or not.

" It showed up out of nowhere just like this morning… and… it said something."

" What did it say?" Now Sam was the one narrowing his eyes.

" We have scores to settle" Dean tried to sound calm about it.

" A score to settle? Unfinished business, perhaps?"

Sam wondered. After all, he didn't know everything that had happened while he was in college. Maybe Dean faced something he couldn't handle alone…something he had to leave as it was.

" Not that I remember, no". He went though the pages taking his time.

" I couldn't find much else regarding the medical records ya know?". Sam said, trying to tell his brother it could be nothing. Dean was way to calm for someone who was being chased.

" I was not expecting much from it anyway. The way he said it… I am not sure we'll be able to find any similar cases."

Sam took a moment to think. His brother was sure he'd seen something. Sam had to dig this a little deeper, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to help Dean.

" I'll tell you this. I am gonna go back to the hospital and ask around… see what I can find out… maybe there are similar cases to yours".

Sam actually had to find out if that was something resulted from Dean's previous condition.

" Let's go then" Dean closed his father journal and was reaching for the jacket.

" I don't think so, if you go there and your doctor sees you… you take the risk of staying a couple of days more there… you haven't been really following the doctor's orders". Sam tried his best.

He knew wouldn't take that chance. Neither of them were fans of hospitals.

Dean narrowed his eyes, looking suspicious at Sam, but the boy had a point.

" What am I supposed do then? Have a lollypop and watch cartoons while you go?". Dean crossed his arms in front of his chest.

" If that's what you want. Rest for a while ok? You are not full recovered. I'll be right back". Sam got the keys and left before Dean could let out another sarcastic comment.

Dean tried to get himself distracted. As he already knew, day tv sucked, he had ran out of m&ms and the motel was freaking boring.

"Rest" he said mocking Sam's words. " I am not that bad for Sam to bay sit me" Am I? He thought to himself and went to the bathroom.

Sure, he wasn't in perfect conditions. Gosh, for someone who came back from the dead he was pretty good. Maybe a little pale.

" Still handsome" He said checking himself in the mirror.

He got the water running in the sink and washed his face. When he looked at mirror again, he noticed he was no longer alone. He met his own eyes staring at him. The thing was back.

Before he could have done anything, he felt a hand pushing and hitting his head hard against the mirror. Hard enough for the mirror to break and send him to unconsciousness

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Sam arrived at the hospital and asked for Dean's doctor. The secretary was very nice and she seemed to be in a good mood. She offered him coffee, tea and some cookies.

Of course, she was young, about Sam's age, and not everybody had the privilege of getting the cookies.

The doctor soon came and shook Sam's hand.

" Hi Sam, what can I do for you?" The doctor asked nicely while he walked with Sam to his office.

" I'd like to ask you some questions about my brother, if that's alright".

The doctor opened the door of his office. It was somehow different from other offices. This one had some interesting frames on the wall, family pictures, and it was not all white. The doctor made a gesture asking Sam to sit down.

" Sure, is he getting better?" The doctor asked and reached for Dean's file.

" Yes, he's been improving well. I just would like to know if, he received any treatment that could have further …unexpected results". Sam couldn't exactly find the words.

The doctor looked at him intrigued.

" Not that I am aware of. Why do you ask?"

Sam swallowed hard. How was he supposed to explain what was happening. The doctor would think Dean had lost his mind.

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Dean slowly opened his eyes. He could feel a terrible pain in his head and his dried blood all over his face.

I knew it he had an ironic thought. H was sitting on the floor, against a wall by the bed. His hands were tied behind his back. And his ankles were tied together as well. They never make things easy.

" Took you long enough to wake up" His own voice told him. Dean looked to the man standing in front of him. Couldn't be a hallucination.

" Sorry to keep you waiting" He said trying to keep his grin on. " What are you?"

" You disappoint me Dean. We are the same, or can't you recognize yourself?" the other one kneeled beside Dean fixing his look.

" You got the wrong guy for this game, I hate riddles." Sarcasm was his best weapon at the moment. Dean turned his head to the other side, taking a look at the bathroom. The mirror was destroyed. No wonder he blacked out.

" A question though. I know how handsome I am, but do you suckers have to look like me?" Dean smiled. He was determined not show any apprehension or fear.

" What did you expect? Who looks more with you, than yourself? Two sides of the same coin." He came very close to Dean's face and just stared at him for a moment.

Then he steeped back a few inches. Dean had a puzzled look in his face. He usually didn't take long to figure things out, but this thing, was giving him a hard time. He was not understanding anything.

" You know Dean, we all have two sides… sometimes more. You are not exactly the person you make people believe you are. Deep down, you are troubled…tormented. Sam is the only one who keeps you from falling apart".

Now the conversation was getting intense. Dean started to worry.

" I am messed up, I know. But you… seem to have some serious issues dude. A psychiatrist can always help". Dean's grin didn't last long this time, when the thing just smiled back at him after his comment.

The things stared at Dean for a second still smiling. Suddenly it changed, taking Layla's appearance. ( You remember Layla from Faith's episode?)

Dean's eyes went wide open. It kneeled near dean once again.

" Do you remember me…Dean?" she said with tears in her eyes.

" I am not gonna play this game" Dean said serious. He couldn't keep his smug expression anymore.

" What's the matter Dean? Can't you face your own demons?" She said angry and took a few steps closer to him, facing him in the eye.

"Why Dean? Why did you have to be so selfish? I had a chance there, just like you".

" Stop that. Leave her out of this". Dean turned his face not to face Layla's tears.

He tried Layla's smile in his mind. She was dying when they met, and yet, she had the most cheerful smile.

" I could have lived you know! You condemned me to death!" She was sobbing in tears.

Dean frenetically wanted to break his bonds. His breathing was hard. That's not her He kept thinking to himself, focusing on his real memories. She didn't blame him…did she?

" You shouldn't have gone there. I could have gotten my chance if you hadn't shown up".

" That's enough! Stop!" He recalled quite well that day. He had been saved indeed. The cost for it though, was more than Dean expected. Another life had been taken.

If he could turn back time, knowing what would happen, he probably wouldn't allow Sam to take him there. He also recalled how he felt the last time he talked to Layla. She didn't seem so worried. Dean felt guilty, he admired her faith.

" Feeling guilty Dean?" Her voice was calm again. " You deserve more than your guilt, you bastard".

" Layla had faith, you sucker". Dean said still trying to get free. He cold feel some tears in his eyes. Tears he was struggling not to drop.

" I had faith Dean. For both of us… I never thought you'd be the one to ruin my chance".

Dean lowered his head and some drops of tears were coming down. Was that truth? Could he have done things different? He couldn't have saved Layla. It was wrong. His own life being saved was wrong. People were dying.

When he raised his head, he was alone. The thing was gone.

His bonds were too tied and he was having a hard time to break them. Actually, he didn't have the strength to do it. His eyes were blurred, the tears were dropping continually, his efforts to send them back were in vain.

The thoughts of everything he heard were broken by the sound of the Impala parking. Sam was back.

Dean tried to dry to some of the tears and put back his smug expression on. Get a grip Dean. That was just teasing. Don1t let it break you. He thought to himself.

Sam opened the door and saw Dean's face all covered in blood. " Dean". He said and kneeled close to him. He put his hands gently on dean's face, checking his wounds.

" What happened?" Sam asked nervous.

" Untie me first, will ya?" Dean said in disbelief. Sam gave him a look and reached for Dean's hands.

" Dean?...Your hands are not tied". Sam said confused.

Dean pulled his hands. He was free indeed. His ankles were free too. That made Sam wonder, what really had happened there.

" I swear Sam, I was tied up. The thing was here for God's sake. It pulled a hell of a show! Look at the bathroom's mirror!". Dean pointed to it.

Sam glanced at it. It was broken. That didn't mean anything.

" Don't give me that look Sammy. I didn't do this alright?" Dean looked at his hands. Then he stretched his wrists showing them to Sam.

" If I wasn't tied up, what are these marks around my wrist then?" Dean wanted to state the obvious. Those were burning marks, from the rope. Sam let out a sigh. He didn't know what to think anymore.

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