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"Dean? Dean! Hey man, you back with me? Talk to me bro, let me know what's going on in that thick skull of yours."

"Get away from me you fork tongued freak! Quit using him you…"

"Whoa Dean, hang on a minute alright? Just look at me, really look. It's me."

"Not falling for it this time Lucie, don't you have some demons lined up to kiss your red ass or something? You are not real and I am done playing so why don't you skedaddle back to the slithering hole that you crawled out of and leave me the hell alone!"

"Dean, it's Sam, your brother. It's just you and me. Lucifer is locked away in his cage, remember? He can't get out, you're safe."

"not real… he's not real… he's gone… he's just messing with you more… don't let him screw up your head… he's still in the pit… not with Sam… not in Sam… please, don't let it be true… it can't be true… Sam, he's back… he's still your brother… don't listen… don't listen…"

"Dean."

"Okay Lucie, you've had your fun and now it's time for you to go away. I thought… didn't you say you were leaving? Didn't you… oh… shit… seven, eight… What the hell is that supposed to mean you bastard! What does it mean!"

"Dean? What is next? Seven, eight… what?"

"Nononono! Man, that can't be good. Bad, something bad. More bad. Can't take it anymore. Please, don't… no more… Sam?"

"Yeah man, it's me. You're back right?"

"Uh… frick… yeah, 'm good. I just… I saw, I had a conversation with… with…"

"Lucifer. Yeah, I know. Um, you were talking to yourself and, well, what did he say to you? About me?"

"What? Oh, uh, nothing Sammy. You know, his typical brand of horseshit. 'I'm not evil; you humans don't deserve to exist; poor me, my daddy was a big meanie; I didn't deserve to be cast down'. He's so annoying sometimes, not to mention one hell of a blabber mouth. I mean that is one supernatural piece of crap who really, really likes to hear himself talk. He almost bored me to death the way he went on and on and on…. What?"

"You aren't fooling anyone Dean. I was here and I watched you. I heard you. So, just tell me, please, what did he say about me?"

"Um.. Sam, you feel alright don't you? I mean, since you've been back? You don't… you haven't felt weird or different have you?"

"Why?"

"Doesn't matter, it's nothing."

"Dean, I feel fine. I am me and Lucifer is gone. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Are we good?"

"Sure. And anyways, can't worry about what King of the black eyed bastards had to say right? I mean sure, it's a little unnerving to have Lucifer dressed in your brother's meat suit spouting off all kinds of shit in that condescending tone of his… when he… "

"When kind of shit was he spewing?"

"Oh, nothing major. Just how he planned it all along. How he let you dive into the pit; how you came to realize that you belonged with him; how you wanted nothing more than to be free, away from me. The typical lines.

But the best part of it, the most hilarious part was when he told me that when you came back you didn't come alone; that he is waiting in the wings, inside you, biding his time until he can unleash that whole apocalypse thing again. You remember what a great time that was right Sammy? So, just the same old, same old, right?"

"God Dean, okay man, just listen to me…"

"Nah, can't Sammy. I know it was all in my head. I know it was just the witch. At least now I do. But… Well, anyways, don't really wanna talk about it. It's over and done and Lucifer has left the building. Besides, we have more pressing things to get through. I am two more fun filled adventures away from this being over and forgetting all about it with my good pal Mr. Whiskey."

"But…"

"Please Sam. I can't, not now."

"Alright, fine. So then you better spill it dude, I know that you know what the next verse is. And I can tell by all the fidgeting and looking around that it's gonna be another doozy so… Dean?"

"Ah, well look who it is. It's like a twisted, fricked up version of This Is Your Life. Only this looks more like the less popular game titled 'Dean, Here Are All The People Who Died Because Of You.'"

"What? Who do you see?"

"Oh, you know, just the usual suspects. Huh, I really can see dead people Sam. Well, I guess you and me, we see dead people all the time right? But… this is different."

"Who Dean?"

"Aw, ain't this sweet, the gang's all here. Ellen. Jo. Pamela. Ash… and… God… no…"

"Dean?"

"it's… dad…"

"No it's not. Whatever you see is not dad. Don't look at them Dean. Just me. Focus on me, on my face, on my words. Don't look at them. Dean?"

"Huh… well I guess it makes sense then."

"What makes sense?"

"Seven, eight… they meet a grisly fate…"

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