Dean Heard something smash in the front room. He wiped off his shaving cream and went to check on Sam.
"Sam?" Dean called as he entered. "Sammy you okay?"
Sam was breathing heavily, a vase was shattered and shards were everywhere.
"Sorry, I dropped it." Sam muttered. Dean frowned at him. "You didn't answer me."
Sam Cleared his throat. "Yes, I'm fine. Sorry, I'll clean it up." Sam said beginning to pick up the pottery shards. Dean bent down and helped him, glancing at him suspiciously.
"You Know. . .I'm kind of tired of you lying all the time." Dean said calmly. Sam ignored him.
"I mean it Sam. You aren't okay. Stop pretending."
"Thanks for the advice." sam said cooly. Dean sat down. "You have something you want to say?" He asked.
"Stop. Just stop Dean." Sam said tossing the shard into the trash.
"What'd you mean?"
"I mean stop trying to help me. Because for one, you can't, and two, you're a goddamn hypocrite." Sam snapped, turning to glare at Dean. Dean just looked at Sam. Sam sighed and sat on his bed with his face in his hands.
"I'm sorry, but my whole life you were the one lying to me. Pretending like you were okay. So stop." Sam said quietly. Dean sighed.
"I had to Sam, you're my little brother."
"Well I'm not ten years old anymore, Dean. So leave me be."
"You want me to just sit here and watch Lucifer cut you to pieces?" Dean asked, incredulous.
Sam didn't answer.
"Look, I've been a jerk to you, and hid the truth, a lot. And I'm sorry, Sam. But you can't just expect me to just leave you alone." Dean said quietly.
"Aww, isn't that sweet sam?" Lucifer said with a hand on his heart.
Sam Swallowed hard.
Lucifer laughed and the ceiling burst into flames, and there was Jessica, just as he remembered so graphically. Sam cried out in terror, the burning smell filling his nose. Dean lept up.
"Sam? Sammy, what's wrong?" Dean asked urgently. Sam's eyes were glued to Jessica as she burned on the ceiling, the flames slithering down the walls.
"JESS!" He screamed, "oh god, no! Jessica!" He said, his voice cracking. Dean Grabbed him by the shoulder and shook him.
"SAM! Jessica isn't here. Jessica is dead. She isn't here." Dean said forcing him to look away from the glowing ceiling.
"What is wrong, Sam?"
"The room is on fire! Please, help her Dean," Sam said, tears streaming down his face. Dean looked around the perfectly normal motel room.
"This room, is not on fire, Sam. Jessica is not here. We're the only ones here Sam. Not Lucifer, not Jessica, not Mom, Not Dad, not Ellen not Joe, It's just us. There is no fire." Dean said
"I'm in hell. . ." Sam whispered, "Oh god. I'm in hell . . ."
"You're not in hell Sam!" Dean said almost pleadingly.
Jessica was swallowed completely by the flames. Sam choked. "Jess. . ."
Dean pulled out a knife and grabbed Sam's arm and made a little cut in his arm. Sam flinched and pulled away, the flames on the ceiling melting away.
"I'm REAL sam." Dean said firmly. "The fire is fake."
Sam looked around the room, not a trace of fire.
". . .Okay." He said nodding. Dean hugged him.
"I'm going to help you. I promise." He said as he let Sam go.