'Urgh' Dean grimaced, trying to lift his arm. Slowly he managed to pry his eyes open, and within a few seconds his surroundings became clear enough for him to process the things happening around him. For some reason he was lying down on the ground of the old, strange antique store that seemed to have no owner. Right above him was Cas, with a worried frown on his face. Sam was still nowhere to be seen.

Dean jumped up, ignoring the fog that was quickly invading his vision. He slowly walked over to the mirror and looked at it. He was trying to store every inch of the vile object in his brain, because he knew that it was probably responsible for a lot of the things that had happened in the last few days. He tried to find hidden compartments, but was without luck. After having covered every inch of the mirror, he decided to take pictures of the damn thing from all possible angles.

When Dean turned around he noticed that Cas was still standing at the exact same spot as a few minutes ago. He seemed to be even more silent than he normally was. Dean wondered what was going on in that head of his.

'Cas, talk to me,' he said

'I know what took Sam,'

'What?'

'I can't tell you.'

'What are you talking about! You have to tell me! It's Sammy we're talking about,' Dean exclaimed, eyes widening.

'Dean,' Castiel said while turning his eyes towards his angry friend. 'It is best if you don't know.'

'What? How can it be better if I don't know?! I'm going after him, no matter what you say or do!'

'...'

'... At least tell me how to save him,' Dean tried.

'You can't.'

Dean didn't know what to say. What could he possibly ask Cas that would lead to a satisfactory answer?

'I have to try,' he finally said. He knew that his brother would always do the same thing for him. They fought quite a lot and made just as many stupid mistakes, but when it came down to it they always pulled through for one another.

'Dean, I can't,' a glint of desperation appeared in the cool façade of Castiel. It was well hidden, but Dean knew his friend well enough to pick up on even the smallest trace of emotion. If they had been disagreeing on any other subject, he might have decided to let it slide.

'Why?' Dean kept on pursuing.

'You'll regret it.'

Dean couldn't wrap his mind around Cas' exclamation. He couldn't think of any situation in which he wouldn't want to safe Sammy's ass...

Sam stared at the line of towering bookcases that seemed to go on forever. The room he was in was poorly lit, some of the small lights on the ceiling flickered continuously. He did not want to admit it, but it made him feel uneasy. He didn't know what sort of creature he was up against, but if it decided to attack him he had only rows of books to throw at it because his weapons had somehow all disappeared. Even the ones that he had deemed unfindable were gone.

Sam couldn't remember how he had gotten here. The last thing he remembered was the old antique shop he had visited with Dean. As he had been looking at a mirror, the room around him had suddenly changed into nothingness. Everything had been covered in darkness, until a light had led him to the library he was in now. In the beginning he had been trying to find a way out, but when the line of never ending bookcases still hadn't ended after an hour of walking it became a change of scenery that he was starting to long for.

During his time at Stanford he had loved books, because it had felt like every chapter that he managed to store into his mind would eventually help him to build a life of his own. He used to love staying up late surrounded by books only. Only this time they couldn't comfort him. He really wanted to get back to his brother.

Sam still couldn't shake the feeling that something awful would happen to Dean if he wouldn't get back in time.

'Sam!'

Startled by the unexpected voice, Sam turned around. The voice sounded way too familiar. It couldn't be.

'If you leave, don't ever come back!'

The books melted away within seconds, and suddenly Sam found himself facing his very own old man. He had just spoken the words that had made Sam feel so sad, angry and oh so guilty over the course of the years.

His father was looking at him with anger, but he saw something else too. At the time of their dispute Sam had been too angry to look any further, but now that he was reliving this significant moment of his past, he could see the fear in his father's eyes. Sam realized that his dad had been really scared of losing him. He hadn't wanted him to walk out, and this had been his way of saying it. It really was a typical John thing. Sam had known that his father hadn't been any good at showing affection towards his two sons, and Sam felt so stupid for not having been able to understand this before.

Sam knew that this couldn't be real. Some kind of demon or angel had to be playing with his mind. His father was gone, and no one could change that unless god had suddenly decided to reappear. But still he felt the strong urge to fix everything. He had always wondered how the lives of the Winchesters would have turned out if he hadn't walked out on that faithful day.

'Dad, look at me,' Sam said, a small tone of regret reaching his voice. 'Please don't do this...'

John Winchester never got the chance to reply. The world melted again, and the library formed itself soon after.

Sam sighed and sat down with his back against a bookcase. Looking around the room, he wondered: what was happening to him?

Britt: -Waves arms for dramatic effect- TADAA, end of chapter 2! *queue fireworks* Hopefully more will be on it's way, and before that Zoe has something to say.

Zoe: TATATATATAAAA!

Britt: …... ^that. See you next time, BYEBYEBYEEEE!