Dean opened his eyes. He was lying on Lars' floor, right by the devil's trap and the floor drain. He got up and turned around. Everything was as in a slight white fog.
In the nasty motel room he saw himself making sweet, passionate love to Ms Cougar. He took a few steps over there. WTF?
Behind him he heard the sniffing and growling of hellhounds. He froze with fear and slowly turned around. They were right outside Lars' garage door…and they started banging on the door, trying to get in! Dean frantically went through the crap in Lars' garage, looking for salt. He gave up, turned to the stairway and ran up.
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He came out the stairs, where Lars' 2nd floor should be, but instead it was the nasty motel room again. The bed was now empty.
A growl right behind him! One of the dogs was already there..! He flinched, backed away and fell onto a table. The hellhound grabbed his legs and pulled him off the table, on to the floor. It started biting into his legs...
...but the screams he heard were that of a woman. It was Alice's legs! She was lying on Lars' floor, by the floor drain, and the hellhound was ripping her apart. She screamed and turned to look at the attacker at her side. It was Dean! He stared at her, shocked, with demon-black eyes and blood around his mouth.
"I'm sorry..! I'm so sorry!" he cried, but he couldn't control it. He started tearing into her flesh again. "SAAAM?" he yelled at the top of his lunges. He looked up and there was Sam, wearing a white suit, as Lucifer once did. Sam too had demon-black eyes and was calmly looking down on him.
"Good dog!" Sam smiled.
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Dean had normal eyes again. He was standing ten feet away from Alice, watching her blood flow down the floor drain. She wasn't torn by dogs, but looked like the night he killed her. She turned her head and looked at him with blame. Her mouth was closed, but he heard her dying gasps the way they sounded that night. He looked down and he was holding the knife again.
He turned around and Jim was standing in the doorway just outside the boys' motel room. Jim hung his head down, like when Night had possessed him. He looked up, but this time it really was Jim. He looked angrily at Dean. Dean started running to the door, but it slammed shut as he reached it. He tried banging on it a few times, calling for his son:
"Jimmy! Jim, please... Please, can I come too?"
Dean slid down to the floor, crying.
Sam came over to him, wearing his normal clothes. He looked devastated and crouched down in front of him. Dean looked up at him, confused and pleading.
"Dean..! What did you do..?" Sam asked with disgust.
Dean looked down, he was holding a pillow. When he lifted the pillow, Jim was lying under it – suffocated and lifeless.