Present Day

"You're trapped, Dean," the psychic insisted, "and I just want to let you go."

"I'm not trapped," the ghost shot back, "I want this. Please."

Sam faltered, journal open in his hands. He couldn't remember Dean ever begging before. Dean was too strong to beg. His heart was too full of stubborn pride, his will too strong. No, Dean didn't beg.

Then again, this thing wasn't really Dean.