"Dean, where are you?" Castiel yelled, more or less. The real Dean struggled to stand up, not used to walking around in his own mind. Castiel saw him standing up and lunged at him. "Lead me to the real Dean."

"I am the real Dean."

"No you aren't." Castiel saved Dean out of the way, searching for the other Dean.

"Cass! Listen to me! There was something- a spell, most likely. It turned us into evil versions of ourselves. You're still under it. You need to trust me."

"What's this?" Castiel asked, touching a memory. Dean felt a jolt. It was a memory that had been pushed back in his head. He didn't want to go back there. "I have to say, this is better than my Dean."

"No! Please don't!" Suddenly, they were in memories. It was the night that Sam left for college. Dean tried to get away, running as fast as he could, but he was in his head, so he couldn't go very far. The doors were locked, and there was no way to get out. "STOP!"
Castiel watched Dean enter the room. He was yelling for Sam, but the memory was silent. John followed. He started to yell and Dean stood there, in tears, like a little kid. Then Dean decided to stand up for himself, ready to fight back. John hit him. Dean fell, but got back up, scared and angry. John hit him again, then another time. Dean was crying, his silent voice lost. John hit him another time, and another, until Dean was sitting on the floor, bloody.

"Dean… I had no idea." Castiel said, starting to sound like himself again. Finally the memory was over, and they were thrown into more memories.

"We need to get out of here."

"No. I need to find Dean." Castiel said, turning back to his other self. They flew through the memories, Dean's worst. The times he felt the worst about himself. When he gave up, when he fell and made mistakes. Everything he regretted. The time he wished that Sam had died. Hurting Lisa and Ben. Leaving Castiel. Failing his brother. The Mark of Cain. Castiel stopped, seeing himself. It was the night when Dean was on the dock, staring at the lake. He had sat there all afternoon, thinking about Castiel. He had felt worthless, and lost. He wondered that if he jumped into that lake and didn't come back out, then maybe the Darkness might just go away.

"Don't do it." Castiel whispered. As if hearing him, and deciding to do the opposite of what Castiel said, he walked to the very edge of the dock, leaning toward the dark water. Dean stopped, looking up at the sky as if he was talking to someone. He was saying a prayer. To God.

"I don't like this universe." Castiel said. "I have to get out of this universe."

"Cass! Look at me!"

"No. I found the closest Dean I could find." He said. The memory Dean stumbled backward, and ran away. He might have heard Sam calling, or knew that killing himself wouldn't fix anything. One of the two. THe memories shifted. Dean started to feel pain his his stomach. An angel blade. He felt death creeping in, then the few seconds in his own personal hell. Then he woke up, as a demon. He could almost feel the mark pulsing on his arm. Dean couldn't go back there. He would never go back there. He stood up and ran into Castiel, knocking Cass into other memories, ones that Dean chose.

Dean punched Castiel, trying to get him weaker, but Castiel hit him. They fell into Hell. Dean was bloody, ruined. He was afraid, unable to fight back, locked away. He might've been on the brink of insanity. But suddenly, Dean felt something in his heart. It wasn't like anything he had felt for the past forty years. An angel swooped down and grabbed Dean's arm. The entire place lit up, light shining as Castiel pulled Dean out of Hell, struggling, his wings hurt. But Castiel wasn't going to let Dean die. The current Castiel was staring into the light, his eyes turning bluer, his coat turning tan. He turned to Dean, and grabbed his hand as years passed by in an instant.

"We have to save Sam."

Dean and Castiel gasped, Dean struggling for air. Everyone was standing around the two who were still fighting. Toni was still lying on the floor, her hair undone and her coat ripped, but Dean could see a little bit of life stirring in her. She was going to wake up soon. Only a few minutes had passed in the real world. The Bunker was changing back into itself, the files being replaced. Sam and Lucifer were standing across from each other. Crowley made a face asking Dean what they should do.

"Hey! Hey Sam!" Dean yelled. Sam glanced at them, and realized what had happened. Lucifer looked around, surprised. Dean was surprised also. He had been sure that Lucifer had been somewhat responsible but he was just as shocked as everyone else. Lucifer realized that his mouth was open, and quickly shut it, trying to regain his villainy state. Sam turned back, realizing that everyone had changed, but him.

"What the-" Sam didn't finish that sentence because Toni slammed a book down on his head. She bolted to the door and ran. Lucifer watched her go, and realized that he was falling behind. He vanished into thin air with a flap of his wings.

Dean helped Sam up from the ground. Sam shook his head and turned back into the normal Sam.

"So get this... " He muttered. "That HURT."

"So… what the hell was that?" Mary asked.

"It was definitely a spell." Rowena said. "But it wasn't me. A spell like that can only be from a witch of the highest power. I'm still downgraded. It can't have been a hex bag. Toni wouldn't have been here. She's protected."

"So we're talking about someone we've never met? Why would they have wanted to target us?"

"I believe that Gabriel has the power to do this." Castiel said.

"But Gabriel is dead."

"So who is it?" They stood there in silence, unsure of what to do.

"Well, until next time." Dean finished cheerfully.

"Wait. What happened to Gavin?"