"Sam!" Dean called out for his brother. The taller younger brother was missing from his side. They walked in together but he was gone. Dean saw something looming in the distance. Sense told him to run but when did sense work in a place like this? Go with your gut and wish for the best.

As Dean drew closer he saw what it really were the souls and bodies of people who'd made deals before him. It was all coming back to him now the torture and doing the torturing. The pain he caused to kill time.

Then before his eyes he saw Sam begging and crying for him to save him to make the pain stop. "Sam!"

"Is busy. Remember me?"

That smile, that voice, those eyes. Azazel the yellow-eyed demon smiled at Dean.

"Where's Sam?"

"Stop worrying about him and worry about yourself." Azazel's smiled turned into an evil crooked grin that would put a croc to shame. Dean took off in the other direction away from the demon to find his brother. Find Anya and find his way out. Dean closed his eyes and propelled himself forward.

"Dean what are you doing?" that voice. It was Lisa's.

"Lisa?"

"Who else would it be Dean?" she touched a hand to his cheek. This couldn't be right. It wasn't right Lisa was home with Ben and someone else maybe. "Dean?"

"Huh?"

"Come sit with me for a little bit." That smile seemed to brighten the room. They walked into the next room and the door slammed shut without anyone toughing it. "You should know not to trust a pretty face." Lisa's brown eyes turned into a snake's yellow with a blink.

The room faded away into darkness and dank. The smell of burning flesh rose up to meet him. "Sam! Anya!"

"Come back Dean we'll have some fun." Azazel sent the hounds after him. He ran so long his lungs burned. But the dogs caught up with him dragged him across the ground and down further into the pit. Everything came back to him the pain, the thick smell of blood the cries of others calling out to him. Begging to be saved.

Begging to make it all end.

Dean saw every Tuesday from Mystery Spot only this time he watched Sam die a hundred times. He saw Sam crying out for him in the Pit. Dean's bottom lip quivered as he fought back the tears.

"See I told you your brother was just fine." Azazel told him.

The flames began to lick at Dean's skin burning it. He felt the bloodied hands and claws grab for him. They called his name they knew who he was and they weren't letting him go this time. No they were going to hold on tight and ride him for eternity.

Dean shook with fear and pain as everything closed in on him causing him to hyperventilate making him feel claustrophobic. He watched as Sam suffered Death after death.

Everything changed as everything he knew familiar to him collapsed. No more crotchety, paranoid Bobby. Now more confused Cas. No more road trips with Sam in his baby. Dean hadn't noticed the chains slipping around his wrists and ankles until the last second when he pulled away.

Dean pulled and thrashed like a wild creature trying to find a way out of a trap. He would find his way out. Dean climbed out of the pit and took off any which way to find his brother, to find Anya and get the hell home.

Azazel's laughed thundered behind him as he ran away reminding him of his fate. Telling him he would not get far.

"Dean are you listening to me?" Dean shook his head and looked over at his brother.

"Oh no you don't I'm not falling for this again." Dean got up and suddenly black eyes were all on him. Dean remembered the knife in his belt. Sadly it was gone now.

Swallowing his fear he took a stance.

"Bring it fugly." Dean told the demon.