Two
Confusion
He could really have used a drink at that moment. Or anything really, just to calm him down so he could think straight. Because this wasn't happening, couldn't possibly be happening. His brother had to be around here somewhere, because he didn't think he could handle it if he lost his whole family to evil. It wasn't supposed to go this way, they where supposed to win, not the other way round. So Sam had to be here.
But Dean had looked everywhere and now there was truly nothing in this house except for himself. Dad, why aren't you here. Why are you never here? He picked up his mobile that he had luckily switched off to save the battery and stared at it a few minutes, knowing it was probably useless. But he still had to try.
The phone didn't even ring. Number not recognised kept repeating for what felt like hours until he violently threw it across the floor. So much for that. God please help me, someone help me. Ok, this is no time to panic, so snap out of it. This isn't like you, he told himself firmly. You have to think clearly because you're the only one who can fix it.
Ok, so there was a fight and you lost. Now you've woken up here and Sam's gone and you've looked everywhere. What about outside? What about that spirit, is it still hanging around or has it been taken care of? But of course his first priority had to be Sam, it always would be. If his brother wasn't outside, he had to have been taken somewhere, it was the only explanation. He knew Sam wouldn't have just left for no reason.
Dean took a deep breath. Right, so…outside. It was just as empty out there as inside, only worse. It seemed that only he and the house existed and the rest of the world a myth he'd heard about. And even worse his car was missing. He was stranded here.
No panicking, he reminded himself. Find dads journal, maybe that will help you. But he couldn't find that either. "This is fucking insane," he muttered. Sam's mobile, he thought wildly. That had to work.
Pick up, pick up, he silently chanted as it started to ring. "Hello?"
Relief swept over him at the familiar voice of Sam Winchester. He had never been so happy to hear his kid brother in his life.
"Sam, I don't know where you are or why you left, but you left me in the middle of nowhere - and I'm guessing you stole my car? I'll get you back for that and maybe one day even forgive you. But you better get your ass back here, there's still business to take care of. Ghost remember?" This all came out in a wild rush, the fear he had been feeling being vented out in anger. He hoped Sam would figure out he didn't mean it.
"Whoever the hell this is it's not funny." his brother sounded different.
"What are you talking about now? I need your help here brother."
"I don't have a brother." That shocked Dean more then anything else had that day.
"Now you're talking crazy. It really is me Sam, it's Dean."
"No."
"Start making sense Sammy."
Sam was shouting now. "You can't be my brother. You're some sick psycho on a vengeance trip right? Some spirit messing with my head. I'll tell you why you can't be Dean because he's dead." And Sam hung up, leaving Dean staring open mouthed at the phone.