After Dean had cleaned him up Sam had fallen asleep with his head in his lap. Dean had to keep him asleep for at least two and a half hours. He did not want a soulless Sam on his hands. He leaned his head up against the bathroom wall and dozed off himself.

The store owner opened the door. "You two still in here?" he demanded. He had let them come in here so that the guy could clean his brother up, but he wanted them out of here.

Both Sam and Dean jerked awake. "What?" Dean asked, still groggy.

"Get out!"

"OK. We don't want any trouble," he said. He snuck a glance at his watch. It had only been slightly less than two hours. Crap.

Sam was already on his feet and out the door. He was looking around in confusion and a little unsteady on his feet.

When they got outside, he asked, "What happened?"

"What's the last thing you remember?" Dean asked and indicated the woods. The car was on the other side.

"I was in Hell being tortured by Lucifer. It's kind of weird, though, because I think I was having a weird dream at the same time. I got out of Hell and hooked up with some hunters, including our grandfather, and then you were back and I just let you get turned into a vampire."

Dean sighed in relief. It made sense. He was getting Sam at different stages of his life, but Sam was always right there. Since his soul wasn't elsewhere it was with him.

"How did I get out of Hell? You didn't do anything stupid did you?" Sam demanded. In a way he didn't care. He was glad to be out.

"Cas got you out."

"Where is he?" Sam asked looking around.

"Not here." No need to tell Sam he was dead. Sam still had at least one more nap to take before he would remember anything.

"Dean."

"Yeah?"

Sam took a breath. "I don't ever want to go back there."

"I wouldn't think so." Dean wondered why Sam had bothered stating the obvious.

They were back to the car. "Where's the Impala?"

"Lock down."

"Why?"

"Long story. You'll know all about it when you wake up. Why don't you take another nap."

"OK," Sam shrugged.

SSS

Dean pulled up to a motel. It had been long enough. When Sam woke up he would be back to the present.

As if on cue, Sam opened his eyes. He jerked around. "Dean? How did I get here? Where's Lucifer?"

"Lucifer turned you into a little kid. Had to do with a spell to keep him topside and powerful. It backfired and he's dead." Dean was sick of explaining things.

"Dead?"

"Yeah."

"Not back in the cage, but dead, never can come back, dead?" Sam stressed.

"That's right," Dean assured him.

"You're sure."

"100%." As he said that, he realized he wasn't. After all, he was 100% sure Sam was dead and not coming back before he had thought to sell his soul for him. He was 100% sure Cas was dead when Lucifer exploded him. But, he was as sure as he could be.

Sam started crying.

"You're mourning him?" Dean asked.

"No. I'm just so relieved. He's been in my head for months. Torturing me. I thought it was all in my head and I could ignore it. But, now he's gone. You don't know what that means to me. I mean, I know you went to Hell. But I went to, and I can tell you it's worse inside your own head. Even in Hell you can sleep once in a while. Sometimes you even get to dream about being up here."

"Yeah, I remember. Sleeping was definitely the best part," Dean concurred.

"What did you dream about down there?"

"Sometimes I dreamt about getting to torture Alistair. Most of the time I dreamt about you and Dad and Mom."

"Like memories?"

"Memories. Sometimes things that had never happened, but I wished had."

"Like what?" Sam asked.

"Why are you asking me all this?"

"I don't know. Just tell me."

"Well, I dreamt of what growing up would have been like with both Mom and Dad around. I dreamt about you and Jess getting married."

"Really?"

"Yeah, Sam. Believe it or not, I always wanted you to be happy. I wish you could have had a normal life. What about you? What did you dream about?"

"Pretty much the same as you, I guess. Except I didn't dream about torturing Lucifer. In my dream, him and Michael turned against each other and tortured themselves. It was awesome."

Dean smiled at the image. "That must have been something."

"I also had all these dreams where Dad and I could actually get through a whole day without fighting."

Dean wanted to ask Sam about Adam. He almost did, but what was Sam going to say. Adam was having a great time in Hell. No need to remind Sam that he got out while their brother was still trapped down there.

"So, what next?" Sam asked.

"Leviathans, I guess. If we can beat the devil twice, this should be no problem."

"Speaking of dreams," Sam said with a roll of his eyes, as he got into the car.

"Shut up," Dean said, but he couldn't hide the grin that came with knowing that his little brother was finally going to be OK.