Disclaimer: I do not own SPN or the related characters, only what happens with them in my head.

Warning: Violence, language.

AN: Set roughly season 8-obviously semi-au.

He rolled slightly in his inability to sleep, the bed was a little uncomfortable, but what motel bed wasn't? Then again, he was used to that with the decades he'd been sackin' out on them. Sam was sleeping in the second bed of the room. At least, Sam was in the bed, he wasn't aware of if his brother was actually sleeping. With a heavy sigh he rolled onto his back again, eyes on the ceiling, hands tucked under his head. Maybe taking off his boots would help a little. Eh, Dean really didn't feel like motivation to do it. Slowly, ever so slowly, he drifted off to sleep. So slowly that he didn't even realize he had fallen asleep until Sam's hand shook his shoulder roughly. "Dean! Wake up already!"

"Wha-?" He blinked those green eyes blearily before sitting up. "-the hell, Sam?" He asked gruffly while rubbing at his face to rub the sleep away.

"Dude, 13 hours of sleep is more than enough, we've got shit to do. Get up."

"I'm up, I'm up!" He said with a growling sigh. Had he really slept for 13 hours? It felt like he'd just fallen out ten minutes ago. "Why the rush, Sammy?" He asked, finally lowering his hands from his face and spotting his brother dashing around the room while throwing things into their duffel's. Brows furrowed in confusion. To the best of his knowledge they had just finished a job and didn't have anything else lined up.

"How much did you drink last night?" Sam asked with a hint of amazement in his tone as well as annoyance.

"None.. What's up?" He asked, confusion coloring his tone. What the hell was going on now? He obviously missed something major. "Whatever, dude." He said with a low sigh as he pushed himself to stand. After grabbing everything that he normally slept with around the bed, Dean tossed it into his duffle and grabbed his jacket while Sammy picked up his own duffle, looking far too excited. "Where the hell are we going, Sam?" He asked, sounding irritated and exhausted still.

"Just come on, Dean!" His brother said excitement leaking through his tone. Dean reached for the keys in his jacket pocket at the same time that Sam held them up with a little jingle. "I'm driving." Sam stated with a smirk just before ducking out of the motel room. Before Dean had even made it to the door he heard Baby turn over with a little roar. Damn, Sam moved fast. Sighing, he closed the door and tossed his duffle through the open window into the backseat before climbing into the passenger seat and settling in for whatever drive was about to occur. His arm rested on the window ledge, cheek in hand, a bored expression filling his features. After what seemed like only minutes Sam pulled the car to a stop in front of a dilapidated building. He still seemed thoroughly excited. "Come ON!" Sam said as he shut the engine off and jumped out of the car with Dean simply shaking his head and following suit.

Having no clue what was going on, or why the hell they were going into the building, Dean made sure to grab his gun and tuck it into his waistband as he followed his brother up the front steps. It looked like an old apartment building that hadn't been lived in in nearly 50 years. A slow sigh escaped his lips when Sam yanked the door open and went darting into the building. "Dude, what the hell are we doing here?" He asked sounding annoyed and frustrated all at once while stepping through the door.

"Just come on!" Sam voice echoed down the hallway from somewhere in the distance. With another sigh he ran through the hall, finally emerging through a door and nearly colliding into his brothers back.

"What the hell, Sam! What. Are. We. Doi-" He cut himself off mid-annoyed rant when Sam turned around. The face.. It was Sam's but it wasn't all at the same time. He'd seen that face once before. In the future. Almost three years ago but five years in the future. If that made sense. Zachariah had sent him to the year 2014 where he'd seen the damage of the world when the Croatoan virus had been leaked into the world. Where Sam wasn't Sam. Where he was cold and bloodthirsty and uncaring. Where Cas had been a drugged out hippie and he'd become a ruthless killer. Where Sam had been Lucifer.

His breath caught in his throat, taking a step back. "No." Dean shook his head hard while the word was nothing more than a breath. "Let him go." He nearly pleaded.

Sam/Lucifer shook his head softly. "I truly am sorry, Dean, but don't you see? It has to be Sam."

"No, it doesn't! You're gone, what the hell do you care!?"

"I'm not gone. Not really." Sam/Lucifer took a step closer to Dean. Even though the motion had been completely nonthreatening, Dean didn't want the bastard near him. Without hesitation he yanked the gun from his waistband and pointed it at Sam/Lucifer's head. "You won't shoot, Dean. You won't shoot your own brother."

"You're not my brother right now." Dean said with a sneer, cocking the gun at the same time. The barrel was aimed square at his brother's head. He actually had to fight with overwhelming emotion while aiming that gun at his brother's head. The idea of actually shooting Sam made his stomach hurt, made him sick and made him feel like a horrid person.

"We're not alone, you know." Sam/Lucifer stated with a tiny quirk to his eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, we're not finished."

"Oh trust me. We are. By a lot." He stated with a sneer.

"You still have to say yes."

"Never."

"I think you will. Want to know why?"

"Try me, prick." Dean growled out quietly.

"Look.." Lucifer waved a hand behind him to the darkness filling the room. A brow rose, wondering what the hell he was supposed to be seeing. Sure, there was something like a fire somewhere in the distance but there was nothing he could really make out beyond the dancing flames. Lucifer's eyes rolled and his hands clapped, instantly lights flicked on, nearly blinding him. After blinking away the sudden bright, Dean saw what Lucifer wanted him to.

A cage at the far end of the room. Within the cage stood Bobby, a terrified looking Jo and Ellen, Ash, everyone he'd ever known and cared about. The dancing flames he'd seen were a ring of holy fire that had Cas trapped inside. As his gaze danced over each of their faces his hand began to shake lightly before turning back to Lucifer. He didn't get the chance to say a word before the angel spoke. "If you say no, I will kill them. Each and every one of them. Slowly, painfully. Listen. Listen.." Lucifer fell silent.

In the silence Dean heard the sound of claws scratching the floor before angry snorting growls. That expression of 'I'm fucked' tugged at his features. "Hell hounds.."

"Hungry hell hounds." Lucifer confirmed before speaking again. "I will kill each of them and then bring them back to life just to kill them again."

"Why are you doing this?"

"I have to win. I cannot win without Sam. I cannot win unless Michael claims you. The battle would not be fair, otherwise."

Dean shook his head. "No." He stated, staring hard at Lucifer. "No."

"No? No?" Lucifer's hand rose, his fingers snapped and only seconds later he heard screams. Low, masculine screams. His eyes squeezed shut. Dean didn't even have to look to know it was Bobby.

"No." He said again, gruffer than before. Again, the fingers snapped and he heard screaming again. Female, older. Ellen. "No." Jo. "No." Cas. "No." Bobby. Again and again and again it repeated while his heart clenched every time there was a scream. Every time he had to say no. "STOP!" He finally shouted, aiming the gun at Lucifer's head.

"Go ahead. Shoot me if it makes you feel better." He said just before the loud blast echoed when Dean pulled the trigger. Sam/Lucifer's hand rose to his head, lightly gripping it with a little groan before laughing. "Wow, there was quite a little blast of air against my brain. It tickled." He said before snapping his fingers again. Jo. He didn't have to look to know it was her and his heart felt like it was being ripped from his chest. "Come on, Dean. Just say yes and end all of this. We can do this for all of eternity." He said with a twisted smile.

"No.." He said while shaking his head. He was so tired of this, Dean just wanted it all to stop, to end. But he couldn't say yes. He couldn't do it.

"Fine." His fingers snapped again. Another scream. Ellen. Every time one died, another was returned to their bodies. It was horrid and Dean didn't know how much longer he could keep this up. "Just say yes, Dean. Things will be so much simpler. I promise that all of them will be returned to their bodies, good as new. They will never be harmed in the new world. All of them. Take a look. They will be fine. Always." Lucifer said with an almost plea to his voice.

"Fuck you." Dean said before cocking the gun again.

"Didn't we just go through this? You can't shoot me. I can't die."

"No." He stated while taking several steps back from Lucifer. "But I can." Without another word he jammed the gun against his temple and yanked the trigger with a loud blast.

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The blast had been loud enough that he jerked himself awake. His heart was thundering loudly within his chest, his breathing came in short gasps. "Son of a bitch." He muttered to himself before looking over at Sam's sleeping form. It was still dark and after looking at the clock on his phone he could see that he'd only been asleep for 3 hours. None of it had been real. None of it. He pressed his hands against his eyes, digging the heels of his palms into his eye sockets and trying to drown out the images from the dream that still poured into his head.

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