Sam sat in a chair by the bed Gabe had laid Dean in. He rested his elbows on his knees and held chin in his hands. He watched Dean. It had been two days since Gabe brought him in. Sam didn't move from that spot, except to go to the bathroom. After those two days of sitting in silence he needed to talk. He didn't care if Dean responded he just needed to talk to his big brother.

"Hey Dean. I'm not even sure if you can hear me or not. You are pretty beat up. Why don't you close your eyes and sleep? That's when I'll know you will wake up." Dean remained still. "Come on, Dean. Wake up. Please? Crowley told me that you were broken, unfixable. Gabriel agreed with him. Cas isn't answering my prayers. I need you, Dean. You are the only thing keeping me from saying yes to Lucifer. I need you man. Give me a sign that you are still with me. Do something please." Sam begged.

Sam watched Dean for 15 more minutes then closed her eyes and cried with his head in his hands.

When Dean came back to reality he was in a familiar yet unfamiliar room. He could hear a quiet sob. He knew it had to be Sam. He turned his head painfully and looked at Sam. "Sam'y?" He rasped.

Sam's head shot up. "Dean?"

"Water."

Sam nodded and grabbed the glass on the bedside table. He helped Dean take a few sips. "W-Where…"

"We're at Bobby's."

"How lon—"

"You've been out cold for over two days but it's been 4 almost 5 days since you were kidnapped." Dean tried to sit up and winced then groaned in pain. "Whoa, whoa, take it easy. You were hurt pretty bad. Your stomach and sides were hit he most. Try to sleep, you need the rest."

Dean weakly nodded. "Cas?"

"He hasn't been answering my prayers."

Dean nodded and closed his eyes. "G'night Sam'y."

"Goodnight, Dean." Sam said standing up and walked out of the room and into Bobby's Library. "Bobby?"

"Yeah?"

"Dean's responding." Sam said as he sat down on the couch

"Knew the boy would be ok. How is he?"

"He looked exhausted and in pain so I told him to go to sleep."

"Should we try calling Cas?"

"I have tried. Believe me. I prayed last night until I was blue in the face. Cas isn't answering."

"I was listening, Sam." Cas said as he appeared in the room.

"Cas? Where have you been?"

"I have been helping you, like you asked me too."

"Well, I didn't see you."

"That's because I was fixing Dean's soul like I did when I pulled him out of perdition."

"How bad was it?"

"Worse than when I put it back together in Hell. What I don't understand is how a mere human destroyed Dean's soul."

"He was working for Crowley."

"No, it takes years for a demon to crush a human soul to piece as bad as Dean's was. If it takes years for demons it takes human twice as long."

"Are you saying that Dean's soul was already broken to pieces and the man who tortured him bought the final hammer down?"

"No, I'm saying that the man may have tortured his outside but Dean's was mentally beating himself and that man said something that made something snap in Dean's head."

"So Dean did that too himself?"

"Yes."

"Why would he do that?"

"Remember when we got Famines ring? Well, Famine talked with him. Remember how Dean seemed perfectly fine? I heard what Famine was telling Dean. If I remember correctly the words were burned into my brain. I can never stop thinking about it. Famine said that Dean wasn't hungry because on the inside he was already dead."

"Why? Why would feel that way?"

"Well, you and your brother have lost a lot in the past. You mom, Dad, your girlfriend, Jess, Ash, Ellen, Jo, you lost him after he lost you. Then there's you keeping the secret of demon blood then setting Lucifer out of his cage…"

"Alright, Cas, I get it. Please tell me there any good news in this shitty situation."

Cas squinted at Sam and cocked his head to the side. It wasn't a confused look, more of a seriously thinking look. "I do have one thing, but it's good for most people but I don't think in our situation it would be all that "good"."

"Spit it out, Cas. Any kind of good news is fine with me."

"Dean's pregnant."

"Pregnant?" Sam gasped in shocked. "Pregnant? Like—"

"Dean is with child. That man who tortured Dean also repeatedly raped him over and over again for the whole two days he was in that warehouse."

"How are we going to get through this? Dean can't be pregnant and be Michael vessel which he will never say yes again and I will never say yes to Lucifer." Sam stared at Cas. Cas flinched in pain and grabbed his forehead with his eyes slammed shut. "Cas?"

"Something happened? Something very good happened?"

"What? What, Cas? Tell me!" Sam begged.

"Where's Gabriel?"

"He went for supplies."

"I don't think he did that."

"Righty-roo, Cassie. I did way more than just get supplies."

"Babe, where'd you go?"

"Michael is out of your half-brother. Adam is fine and back in Heaven where he belongs."

"How? What happened?"

"Lucifer is dead. Stabbed him with my own angel blade."

"I thought you weren't going to kill your own brother."

"I was fed up of my brothers temper tantrums."

"So, the apocalypse?" Sam asked.

"It's over, nothing bad is happening in the world. Michael runs Heaven. Crowley's Dead, Lucifer's dead."

"Well, on a different note, Gabe. Dean's pregnant and is responding. He is asleep right now." Sam remarked.

"That's great."

"Can I see him?" Cas asked.

"I don't know Cas. He looks pretty bad. He got hurt pretty bad. The man who tortured him knew what he was doing and did not go lightly." Sam remarked.

"I don't care. I have to see him." Cas begged.

"Cas, wait until he wakes up, please. Let him rest. For the past two days he has done nothing but breath and sometimes blinks. He needs rest. I call you when he wakes."

"Can I stay here? I don't want to go anywhere without knowing if Dean is ok."

"You can stay here as long as you want. Bobby won't mind."