Idea…so what would have happened if Osiris had taken Dean's tongue in episode 'Defending your Life' From Season 7.

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This chapter contains some graphic imagery throughout, don't like...don't read. Could have a slightly AU feel to it, if you squint.

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Chapter 9

What the Hell?

Dean watched the water/blood move with the unnatural wind on the top of the lake as he waited for….what? What was he waiting for? And why couldn't he remember anything…And where the hell was Sammy? He spun around in circles until his eyes finally fell on his younger brother, a slow smile forming on his lips as he turned away from the bloody lake. Sam was walking toward him, but Dean couldn't hear what Sam was saying…he could see Sam's lips moving, but there was no sound. Huh…weird. He thought as he moved down the rocky slope, his feet slipping on the loose shale as he finally slid to the bottom. Sam stepped up in front of him, his face a mask of concern. Although that wasn't so unusual, not for Sam…he was always worried about something. He wore his feelings around on his face…plastered onto his 'puppy-dog' eyes and within the tension creases on his forehead. Dean liked to think that he was better at not showing his emotions than his little brother, but sometimes he knew that he was every bit as transparent to Sam as Sam was to him.

The rain that started to fall was cold and it was…purple? Dean didn't even like the color purple…well not that he would ever admit anyways. What the hell… Dean could see some things in the landscape that simply weren't right in this place…where ever here was. Trying to pick out all the tiny little oddities was like looking for a needle in a haystack. That was a different problem; all on its own, Dean wasn't sure why he was seeing things that were odd in the first place. His memories were jumbled and they were shifting so rapidly that he was having a hard time hanging onto a coherent thought for more than a few minutes. The one thing that did remain constant was thoughts of Sam…everything else seemed more fluid; constantly flowing in and out of his conscious thoughts. He watched as Sam settled directly in front of him.

"Dean? You okay?" Dean barely heard the words his brother uttered over the rising wind and the swirling of air and dust that was racing through the valley that he now found himself standing in. It was weird, he hated being in nature, always had. Ever since he was young and his father had made them train in the woods and Sam had been injured and nearly died due to septic shock by the time they got him to the hospital. All the memories of Sam and his father slammed into Dean's head and forced to him to his knees with the intensity of the pain and the memories that were sent crashing through him. He brought his both hands to his temples and dropped his head as he tried to breathe through the pain. Sam was immediately kneeling in front of him, his hands resting gently on Dean's shoulders as his worried blue-green eyes searching Dean's body for injuries. He was trying to make sense of what was happening to Dean…Dean could see that, but he couldn't explain it to himself, how could he be expected to explain it to Sam?

"Dean! Come on man…what's going on? I don't know how to help you." Sam was rambling and his voice was rising in octaves as he stared at his brother. And Dean knew that he wanted an answer…but he couldn't give his little brother one…he didn't understand what was going on himself, he was trying, but the answers were just beyond his mental 'fingers'. Finally Dean felt the pain start to recede; he looked up he was surprised to see that he was in a hospital…when he glanced around he was horrified to realize that this was the hospital that he had nearly died in five years ago. The one he had been admitted to after the accident and the whole disastrous encounter with the yellow-eyed demon…something had happened that night…. His mind was still sifting through memories when it suddenly landed on his brother's shocked expression. Sam was casting his eyes about in horror as he too made the connection with the building that they had instantly found themselves in.

Dean was looking in Sam's eyes when suddenly Sam was no longer in front of him…it was the janitor with pale yellow eyes and he was taunting Dean with the knowledge that someone would die…and soon. He only had one option to save this person. He could sell his soul. Funny how it never even occurred to Dean to worry about what the aftermath of this deal would be. The over-whelming thought was that this person had to live…there was simply no other option…whatever he had to do to ensure that life…he would.

He was shifted again and now found himself on walking into an empty hospital room, but the room was wrong. The bed was twisted metal and burned sheets, the windows showed only huge rolling hills that were an unnatural red and had even been burned black in some places. It was almost as though a fire had flashed through the valley and then jumped from ridge to ridge, scorching some places while completely missing others. The room was bathed in a low orange glow and there was a man standing on the other side of the bed. Dean's eyes were drawn to the butter yellow eyes of the demon and he knew that these were his last moments…he just wished that he could see Sam one last time.

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Sam's nerves were shot. He was frantically searching the hospital for wherever Dean had been instantly transported to. He knew that this was the place that his father had given up his soul for his eldest son…and Sam also knew that this was the final death that Dean would have to accept to earn his right be returned to normal. Sam was scared. He understood that this death would make all the others appear like they were walks in the park. Because with John Winchesters death also came the trip through hell and the eventual emergence in the cemetery in Wyoming…right before Sam had learned that Dean had done the exact same stupid thing his father had…he had sold his soul to save Sam. Son of a bitch… He thought as he ran through yet another empty room and burst into an equally empty stairwell.

"DEAN!" Sam called over and over as he skidded around walls and slid into desks as he search frantically for his brother. There was no way that this could be worse than his brain was imagining…and he should have known not to tempt the fates with that particular thought. Sam rounded a corner and he was cloths-lined by none other than Lucifer. Sam felt the rock solid arm slam into his chest and send him crashing painfully to the ground, his ankle twisting painfully as he landed in a heap on the cold pale green tiles. "Shit…" he swore as he tried to catch himself and found that he was instead grabbing his injured leg and his eyes shot up to meet the mocking blue gaze of the fallen angel.

"Sammy." His face was scrunched together in a sneer as he smiled down at the larger man. "Did you really think that this was going to be any easier on you than on your brother?" He folded his arms and squatted down in front of Sam, "Nope. You're gonna have to work to get to your brother. First thing…get past me."

Sam turned agonized eyes to the floor as he thought of what his brother might already be going through. He needed to get to Dean and if that meant that he had to go through this asshat…then so be it.

"Where's my brother?" He growled as he pulled himself cautiously to his feet. Sam grabbed a hold of a counter that was off to his left and gained his balance while trying to put as little weight on his ankle as possible. Lucifer merely chuckled at his bravado and raised an eyebrow in a mockery of Dean's trademark way of questioning Sam.

"Yeah…so not gonna help you Sam." He said as his voice dripped with contempt.

Sam's teeth were clenched as he started to move down the dark hallway, away from Lucifer and toward the room that his father had been assigned to. He barely remembered where it was, but as he leaned against the wall for support and limped away he heard Lucifer laugh behind him. "You're not going to like what you see Sammy…"

Sam stopped and allowed his eyelids to fall closed…he was absolutely sure that he wasn't going to like what he found on the other end of this hallway. He inhaled deeply and started moving again, like it mattered what he wanted…he had to help Dean. There was very little chance that he would be okay with what he was about to learn first-hand about his father's time in hell…and there was a good chance that he was going to learn more than he ever wanted to know about Dean's time on the rack as well. Freakin Winchester luck…

TBC…

Author's Note: So Sam is gonna have to get around Lucifer to get to Dean…and Dean is gonna have to suffer his father's fate until Sam can get there. Short chapter, I'm almost down with the next one, so it should be up fairly quickly. I promise to make the next one longer to compensate for this shorter one. I wanted to give you guys an idea of where they are and what they are up against. Because really… when do the Winchester brothers ever catch an honest to god break.

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