Sam:

Six doors.

Only one will let me through to the real world.

Or maybe they all do.

Or maybe even none of them lets me go back to Dean.

I walk up to one of the doors and push down the door handle of the white door.

I see nothing until I step over the step.

The door that's behind me closes and I'm stuck in this real or not real world.

It looks real, but I wasn't in a little park before. Children are playing on a grassfield and it looks very happy. But this doesn't feel right.

I turn around when I feel a hand on my shoulder.

Dean is standing behind me.

"Sam, I've found our man. Have you got your card?"

I'm confused.

Not a minute ago I was in a dark room and now I'm working on a case with Dean.

"Which man, Dean?"

Dean frowns.

"You know, the husband of our werewolf?"

I nod, but I'm still not understanding him.

"Yes, werewolf. I forgot."

I smile and grab the FBI-card from my inside pocket of my jacket. I follow Dean, but I'm still not trusting this world.

After a few minutes of driving we get to a house. Dean parks his car in front of the door and steps out of his Impala. I take a deep breath and then step out the car too.

When we stand in front of the door Dean knocks three times on the door and after a moment, a man around the age of twenty-five stands in the door post.

"Can I help you with something?"

We show our FBI cards and the man steps aside.

"It's about the murder, isn't it?"

Dean nods.

"We didn't murder that man, we both couldn't! Jaimy and I fell asleep next to each other."

This man seems very stressed.

"Yes, we know. But we must go where our boss sends us."

We walk inside and when we're inside I'm going to seek for werewolf signs and Dean is staying with our man.

I'm upstairs when I hear a loud scream. I run downstairs and I see Dean sitting next to the man, who's lying death on the floor.

"Dean?"

Dean turns his face towards me and his mouth is covered in blood. His eyes are black, completely black.

He's a demon.

"Dean," I say, scared.

Dean jumps onto me and pushes me onto the wall, a knife to my neck.

"No, Dean, don't!"

Dean grunts and licks the blood off his lips. He pushes a little on the knife.

"No! Don't, Dean, I mean it."

I look at Dean and I'm so scared. Dean has turned into a monster.

"I'm a demon, Sammy, I need to," Dean grunts and he pushes even harder on the knife.

"Dean, I know that you're a demon, but you don't have to act like one!" I yell at Dean.

When Dean starts pushing harder and harder on the knife I swallow one time.

I feel blood streaming from my throat.

"Nooo!"

is the last thing I say before my head gets separated from my body.

It lasts a second before I return to the black room.

Five doors, five doors.

Maybe one lets me back to the hospital.

Or maybe they are all my biggest nightmares.

I don't know, but I pick another door anyway.

And when the door closes behind me, I know I made the wrong choice again.