Team Free Will burst through the door, standing at the top of the staircase. "Give us back our friend, or you'll pay."

"Is that the best you can do?!" Dean laughed. Toni pulled out her gun. Lucifer grabbed his blade.

"Return Gavin Macleod or face Team Free Will."

"I'm not sure that you want him back." Mary laughed. "I think we roughed him up, real good. He might not feel like talking for the rest of his life."

"You son of a-"

"Come and get me." She held her arms out, ready for an attacker.

Team Free Will jumped over the banister, doing the thing they had planned, each running to their assigned enemy. Dean met Crowley by pulling out Ruby's Knife. Crowley dodged, pulling out his own blade to ward off the hellhounds. Dean had him cornered already.

Rowena had already placed a spell of protection on herself. Both she and Mary had no magic to use, to they started fighting hand to hand. Toni was thrown across the room by Castiel, who brushed off his shoulder, as if saying that he was too powerful for Team Free Will. The Hellhounds circled Crowley. Dean stood above him, as if to say 'I won', but there was something in his eyes. Some light sense that he wasn't sure of what he was doing.

"Your name is Dean, right?" Crowley asked.

"I'd think you'd know."

"Did you know that you're a hero?"

"What? I'm not a- a hero."

"You're my hero." Crowley said. Dean looked even more confused.

"No. I killed Gabriel. I kidnapped your son. I'm the villain!"

"Tell your Hellhounds to stand down."

"No."

"Dean Winchester, I remember you. I remember when I first saw you, a little child and you reminded me of myself. Your mother had just died in that fire. I came to your father, wanting to assist him, but he found out who I was and tried to kill me. I remember that you stopped him. You don't remember, because he made you forget. I was a monster, and you saved my life- or whatever you'd call this- when you were only five. I met you again, after Lucifer escaped from the cage. I made a deal with you. One that got your friends killed and you blamed me for their deaths and I didn't care. Dean Winchester, the noble hero without a cause, or whatever they say. You just couldn't let your brother be taken away. You couldn't. You were a hero."

The Hellhounds backed away, then vanished into blue mist as Dean fell to his knees, his hands to his face. Crowley watched him. There was a moment of silence, and Dean lowered his hands. The scar was gone. He was younger. His clothes had changed to flannel and jeans. His eyes were a brighter green and there was a light smattering of freckles on his nose.

"What the-" Dean whispered, staring at his hands.

"I knew it." Crowley laughed. Dean looked up to see the others fighting, still in the other world. Dean threw himself in front of Rowena. She looked up, shocked to see the real Dean. Mary stopped.

"GET OUT OF THE WAY, DEAN!"

"I know you're better than this. Please, come on! Stop fighting!"

"NO!" She screamed, throwing Dean across the room with a movement of her hands. He hit his head, landing against the wall.

"DEAN!" Mary yelled, then put her hand over her mouth. She realized what she had done and ran through the fighting to reach her son. He looked up, and she was Mary. The old Mary, with short, curly hair and light blue eyes. She was back. Crowley helped Rowena up and explained to her what had happened. She glittered and turned back into herself, going from short hair and plaid to her usual style. She was just as shocked as Dean was.

Dean ran to Castiel, who promptly froze him. Castiel turned to Dean, glaring. "Why the hell are you all turning into- whatever you are? The Dean I knew would never dress like that."

"Oh, so we're talking fashion now? The Castiel I knew would never dress like a Sherlock meets Rammstein reject." Dean laughed. He started to cough, falling down on his knees.

"I will fix whatever they've done to you, Dean. I figure out what spell they used. You just have to wait on me."

"Cass! I can't breathe!"

"I know." He said, walking past Toni's limp body, kicking her leg. Dean couldn't tell if she was alright. He wouldn't care, normally. But she shouldn't get to die believing that she was a hero. Castiel touched Dean's face, like a vulcan mind meld. Dean tried to get away, but suddenly he was in his own head, with Castiel.