A flushing sound and Dean came out of the stall. He went and washed his hands, big mirrors covering the whole wall by the sinks. He sighed, grabbed the sink and angrily stared back at the deadbeat dad who couldn't fricking pull himself together enough to talk to a six-year-old. He was his father's son alright. A real Winchester.

x

He remembered John sitting at a bar, all quiet and locked inside himself, his gaze a hundred miles away. Next to him was Sam, about four years old, eating some fries. And next to Sam sat Dean, eight years old, staring over at his father, trying to be noticed. He finally gave up and watched his brother down the fries.

x

Dean squeezed his eyes shut and tilted his head back. When he felt tears coming he ran the tap again and splashed some water on his face.

He let the water flow between his two cupped hands. He lifted them up, keeping some of the water in, but most of it flowed down the sink… Like Alice's blood down the floor drain – the image hit him like a thunderbolt. He keeled down over the sink and had to grab on to it not to fall to the floor. He breathed heavily, and splashed more water on his face, trying to wash the memory away.

"Come on..!" he told himself.

"Are you having a moment?" he heard a taunting female voice behind him.

Dean jolted up. Behind him in the mirror he saw a demon wearing a young woman. She smirked and tilted her head super-human speed. Dean swallowed hard.

"I'm sorry, did you get turned around? This is the men's room, you un-holy bitch."

He slowly turned around to face her.

"Oh, my bad," she shrugged.

The demon spread her fingers and stabbed Dean in the stomach with an invisible force, leaving not a mark on him. He gasped and bent over in pain. She slammed him up against the wall, the mirror in a thousand pieces from the impact of his body. The demon twisted and turned the "knife".
Dean couldn't stop the memory flashbacks of stabbing Alice – is this how she felt when he killed her?

The demon's voice was cheerful and perky:
"Not so much fun when you're the one being gutted, is it? Where's Sam?"

Dean couldn't get a word out because of the pain. She rolled her eyes and dropped him onto the floor, where he stayed coughing for a while.

"He's out in the car waiting for me," Dean lied.

The demon tilted her head and nodded.

"Which then makes him...anywhere but in the car. Good, good, making progress here."

Dean looked up at her. Oh, so that's how this was going to work?

"You'll never find him…" he bated.

"So he's here, but not in the diner," she deducted. "Thanks Dean, that wasn't so hard, was it?" She squatted down, leaning in close to his face. "Now. What about...your little boy?"

Dean couldn't hide the fear in his eyes. When she saw it her eyes widened.

"Ahhh..! He is here, isn't he? What do you say we go 'talk' to him?"

"Why is every freak in the world suddenly after my kid?"

She stood up straight.

"'Freak'? Dean, Dean..! That's no way to talk to a lady. Didn't your mama…ohhh, right!"

Dean grinned at her faked empathy.

"Yeah, poor orphan little me. Guess the part about you being a 'lady' isn't really much of an issue here, though?" he smirked, and leaned against the wall when getting up. He staggered a couple of steps towards her. She smiled happily at his joke before using one hand to put her invisible knife through his shoulder, making him fly back again. Another mirror broke from him slamming up against it. Dean growled and made a face with pain. Then he laughed.

"KA-BLAM, thank you ma'm! Hit a nerve there, did I?"

"Yes. I care very deeply about how flannel-wearing meat feels about my virtue," the demon snarled.

She reached out her other hand, and Dean's eyes widened with panic as she slid her invisible knife up his leg and over his crotch. He wasn't very amused anymore.

"Listen, you stay the hell away from my son, you bi..."

"Really, the bitch-thing is getting old!" She was genuinely annoyed. "You need to get some new misogynous come-backs."

Dean was dropped to the floor again. He held his shoulder and tried to crawl up against the wall, away from her. The demon concentrated, and as power seared through her body, her eyes started glowing yellow.

The whole room turned a strange red light and everything was very quiet and muffled.

Dean could only hear his own breaths as he stared at the demon's yellow eyes. How..? No! In the corner of his eye something else caught his attention. He turned his head to look at the water taps. The drops were falling in slow motion.