Sam woke up tied up and blindfolded. "I think he's awake," said the same female voice.

"Powers don't work if you can't see, do they?" the man taunted him.

"What do you want?" Sam asked.

"Where's Dean?"

"What? He's in Hell," Sam whispered. He couldn't believe they were taunting him with this after four months.

"No, he's not." Sam felt himself get hit across the face. "Where is he?"

Was Dean really out of Hell? No, that wasn't possible. He didn't know why, but these demons were messing with him. He didn't say anything and got hit again. This went on for hours.

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Dean pulled his stolen car into Bobby's yard and hopped out of the car. He went up and knocked on the door. Nobody answered. "Bobby!" he yelled.

He waited a couple of minutes and then tentatively stepped inside. He didn't want Bobby blowing his head off. He could be a bit grumpy like that. He started looking around for him, when he heard a truck pulling up outside. He went to investigate.

John had hitched another couple of rides and ended up at Bobby's. The place looked the same as he remembered it. The last time he was here, Bobby had pulled a shotgun on him, so he would have to tread carefully. He looked up to see Dean emerging from the house.

Dean looked at the man walking up to the house and stopped. Was that his Dad? That was impossible. His Dad was dead. Then he remembered his own circumstances and decided not to jump to conclusions.

"Dad?"

"Yeah, Dean, it's me." John was expecting some kind of denial from Dean. He had raised Dean better than to believe everyone who looked like him saying he was him. Especially if he had died, as he believed he had.

"What happened?" Dean asked.

"I don't know. Woke up near a tree in Jefferson City."

"Yeah. That's where we spread your ashes," Dean said. "I woke up in a pine box in Indiana. That's where I died."

"Wait. You're dead, too, and you just popped up?" John asked. He was kind of glad to not be dead, and he was definitely glad Dean wasn't dead, but he didn't like the sound of this.

"Yeah," Dean confirmed.

"Do you have any idea what happened?" John asked.

"If I had to guess, I'd say Sammy."

"What do you mean?" John asked.

"Look, you sold your soul for me, right?"

"So, you found out about that?" John asked. That was the last thing he had wanted. He figured the boys would just figure he had a heart attack. It was part of the deal he had made with the demon. No Hell Hounds. He had been eager for the Colt and his soul, and how he died hadn't much mattered, so he had readily agreed.

"Yeah, Dad. I'm not an idiot. Anyway, I sold my soul for Sam, so the only thing I can figure is Sam sold his soul for us."

"You sold your soul for Sam?" John asked. He knew that he had raised Dean to protect Sammy, but he hadn't ever meant for that. "What happened?"

"The Yellow-Eyed Demon rounded up all his psychic kids so they could have big showdown. Last man standing gets to lead the big demon army. Bobby and I found them just in time to watch Sam die. He was second-to-last, so the last one just ran off. I sold my soul and got a year to live. My year ran out and I got to be a Hell Hounds chew toy."

"What about the Yellow-Eyed demon?" John asked. He hoped that at least after all this, he had died somehow.

"You shot him with the Colt," Dean said.

"What are you talking about? I gave him the Colt right before I died."

"The Colt not only kills all supernatural creatures, it also acted as a door to Hell. Jake, the kid who killed Sam, used it to open the Devil's Gate. Long story short, you climbed out, shot the demon, and disappeared into a white light. You don't remember any of that?" Dean asked.

"Nope. You remember anything after you died?"

"Actually, no."

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"I don't think he's going to wake up for a while," one of the demons noted as he looked down at Sam.

"I was just thinking, these boys are awfully attached to that Bobby Singer guy. If Dean got out of Hell and couldn't find Little Sammy here, he would probably go there."

"Good thinking. Let's take him and stake the place out."

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Ruby had been looking for Sam for a couple of hours. Because of the hex bags she had given him she couldn't find him. She was about to give up and try to figure out some other way to find him when she saw a couple of demons loading him in a van. She followed them in her car.