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"Man, you really are an egotistical son of a bitch you know that? Well, I hate to be the one to burst your bubble but you don't win. You didn't win! Past tense you moron. Over and done. Which makes this conversation null and void. Which makes you just a figment of my cursed out brain.

Sam… he beat you… my brother, he beat the fricken devil and sent you back to the sludge you are accustomed to crawling around in. One tiny, insignificant human sacrificed… uh... So excuse me if I don't believe what I am seeing because I know you are still down there skittering around the edges of your damn cage!"

"You and your bravado Dean, always quite the show stopper. But, I have to admit it grows tiresome. Your incessant nattering and false sense of superiority is annoying and insulting."

"Shucks, ain't that a bitch. Not gonna cry are ya?"

"But still, we both know that is just your defense mechanism hard at work. All that pain and torment is so easy to deny when you deflect it as rage and sarcasm to others. Now, back to Sam and his miraculous deed. I too have always been fascinated by the story of David and Goliath. The mighty felled by the small. But, I'm afraid it is just that; a story; a fairy tale; a fable; a bedtime story told to you hairless apes so you could falsify your greatness."

"Could you get to the point already, I'm starting to drift off from the boredom over here. You really can't get enough of your own bullshit can you?"

"I am going to enjoy watching you break Dean."

"Can't asswipe. You're not real so you can't do jack squat! This is just a bad acid trip flashback and you just happen to be the son of a bitch that stupid hag latched onto and dragged along for the ride. You can't hurt me, you're not…"

"Not real? Why do you continue to delude yourself? Oh yes, that's right, you are the master of the delusion; living the charade of a strong willed, charismatic evil-vanquisher but you and I both know better Dean. Underneath your well constructed wall you are just a sad, scared and worthless little boy."

"Go to Hell…"

"Hmm, kind of an idle threat there don't you think? Hell is home to me; has been for centuries… But to you, I wonder what that word does to you; how it makes you feel; what images it brings to your mind."

"Oh just shut up. I hope you aren't going to charge me by the hour for this therapy shit cuz you suck at it."

"Dean, have you ever once stopped to think; have you tried to work it out in that puny little mind of yours, how it could possibly come to pass that an inferior being such as a human could defeat the likes of me?"

"Uh… hello…. Good versus Evil you fork tongued bastard!"

"Charming as always. Listen to yourself, and you say I have an ego? Please, it wasn't you, or your brother, or inner strength or your blind devotion to each other that threw us into the pit."

"I am not listening to you, hell, I've listened enough already. Time to snap out of it Dean, back to the motel room and to the real version of Sam. The one who is standing right there. Please man."

"It was me Dean."

"What?"

"I wanted it to happen. I allowed it to."

"No, that's a damn lie. That doesn't make any sense. You wouldn't just let yourself be cast back down into Hell."

"You of all people should know how Hell can change a man. Dean, you know how it can change his very soul. I was counting on it to lure your brother onto the right path; onto my path; the one I have been paving for him since before he was born."

"Shut up! Don't you talk about him you slimy piece of crap!"

"Sam fought at the beginning, of course he did. But I knew in the end he would embrace the power and revel in the freedom of his new life. A life free from you."

"But… no, stop saying that!"

"Dean? C'mon man, time to come back to me bro. It's me, I'm still Sam. I know you're fighting but you need to fight harder! It's only the curse right? Lucifer is gone. He's gone."

"Sammy? That you?"

"No. You are so predictable Dean. Fooled again by the sweetness and concern in your brother's voice. I know you, because Sam knows you. All the information swirling around in his brain; so much that he has stored in there about his life and yours, is now mine for the knowing. So tell me, how can you be so sure that your brother, the one you have found again, is the same one who took the plunge?"

"I… I know… after all we have been through since he's come back… I… I just know it's him…"

"Ah, there it is, the look. I knew it was right there, just under your skin. The fear, the uncertainty is displayed so well on your face, calling out for me to enjoy. Oh, and I do. That's a whole lotta nothing you got there Dean."

"Wh…what?"

"Ah, I see you remember. Famine. He summed it up perfectly. You're already dead inside Dean."

"You son of a bitch!"

"Now now, no need for name calling. I am merely confiding the truth to you. So tell me, where is your arrogance now? Your smugness?"

"YOU ARE NOT REAL!"

"Sam came back but he didn't come alone. And now you know; your greatest fear and your worst nightmare has come true. You failed your brother in every imaginable way. The truth hurts Dean but I thought I owed it to you. Sam was lost to you the moment he dove into that pit. But don't worry, I am going to take care of him for you; I will be his guide; his mentor; the one you could never be."

"Just stop… Sammy… no… stop…"

"And when the time is right I will rise again; stronger than ever before, thanks to him. Your brother and I make the perfect team. And you Dean, you are now truly alone."

"No Sammy… no… just… just let him go… get out of him!"

"He wants to stay with me Dean, forever."

"NO!"

"It was my plan to end your life right here and right now. You have been a pain in my side for far too long, longer than any other being I have encountered. But, seeing you so pathetic and weak; so utterly broken has changed my mind. We both know that living with the doubts of all you have done and seen; the doubts you have of your own brother's pureness, is far more painful than death at my hand could ever be."

"You're a liar. Sam is…. He saved us! You are not here! You can't be! YOU ARE NOT HERE!"

"You see, this is the best part. Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. Real or imagined, it doesn't matter. I have wiggled an inkling of doubt into that puffed up brain of yours. Because, once again, how do you know what came back is 100% Sam? Simple, you don't."

"Sam, please, make it stop."

"I'd love to stay; to see how you try to rationalize your way out of this new conundrum, but it seems our time together is at an end. You have so much guilt and pain hidden away that it just wouldn't be fair of me to monopolize it all. Time to share. I bid you farewell Dean, but before I go I have one more thing to say."

"Shove it… where the sun shines Lucille, all your bullshit has given me a damn migraine."

"Listen careful now. Seven, eight…"

TBC... Thanks for stopping by. Sorry this was a bit dark but I guess that was just my mood when I wrote it...

Anywho, any guesses on seven, eight... ? :)