The next day everything seemed to be right again. The little girl's parents were back from Bali, the guy who won the lottery got busted with a fake ticket, Todd wasn't superhuman anymore…the wishes were gone. Now there was just one more thing to get settled before they left.

He breathed heavily. "Wait a minute." Dean stopped on the dock and waited for them to turn. "You were right Sam. I do remember everything that happened to me in the pit. Everything." He shrugged off the idea of it to keep it from creeping up on him again.

Sam nodded, a little expectedly. "So let's talk about it."

"No. I won't lie anymore, I'll give you that. But I'm not gonna talk about it."

Kayla was listening but staying quiet. Sam not so much.

"Dean look, you can't just shoulder this thing alone. Let us help you."

"How? You really think that a little heart to heart and some sharing and caring is gonna change anything? Somehow, heal me? I'm not talking about a bad day here."

"I know that."

"The things that I saw, there aren't words. There is no forgetting. There's no making it better. Because it was right here, forever." He tapped his temple and shook his head. "You wouldn't understand. And I could never make you understand. So I'm sorry."

Kayla slid her hand into his and walked with him down the dock, keeping her eyes on the water so he couldn't see the tears. She didn't even want to think about what he had to go through, the pain and trauma he had to endure.

Laying in bed that night Dean realized that not once had Kayla asked him what he went through in hell and never did she question whether or not he remembered it. Sam was always the one to bring it up, and she was always the one to shut him up. He ran a hand across her arm.

"You knew didn't you?"

"Of course I knew, and I knew you'd tell us when you were ready to."

"How?"

"Um, I sleep with you? You've had violent nightmares, not to mention before your little trip down south you never got up and had a morning swig of hard liquor." She paused. "You really need to pull back a little."

"You'd do it too if you saw what I saw."

"But you're out. This is our job Dean, we can't mourn what's happened we can only keep moving forward. You know what happens when we look back."

"I drink so I won't look back."

"Well we can think of another diversion. The next time you flash, just tell me."

"And what are you gonna do?" He added mischievously, "Distract me? These things have a tendency to pop up at all hours of the night…"

"I'll be here, and not afraid to lose a little sleep."

"I'm holding you to that."

"You'd better." She lightly traced her fingers up his chest. "You know I'm here, if you do ever want to talk about it."

"I know."