Sam's body slouched against the cellar wall. His palms were pressed against the cold floor beneath him. Everything hurt, but it was a different kind of pain that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Tears managed to escape his dry, shut eyelids. "I miss you Dean, gosh." He sighed. "I miss you so much. I know you probably hate me right now, but you have to understand that I had to do it. You're my brother."

Sam laughed, was he really talking to himself again? He found it soothing somehow though. Sometimes he imagined Dean was there with him, telling him everything was going to be okay.

Sam wanted so badly to sleep all the pain away. Maybe he would wake up, and everything would be okay again. Maybe his brother wouldn't be in hell and they would be together again, but Sam knew that was nearly impossible to happen since he couldn't fall asleep in the first place. There was no sleeping in hell, there was no forgetting, and there was no moving on. He would never get out, and just even realizing he would be here for eternity freaked him out more than the thought of his brother still being in hell without his knowledge.

Sam jerked awake when he noticed the small clingy sound coming from outside his cell. The door opened and there stood Lucifer with the biggest smile on his face.

"Hey kiddo, it's your turn."

Sam backed up hysterically, hoping that maybe somehow he wouldn't have to go back.

Lucifer crossed his arms as he stared wide eyed at Sam. "Oh, come on Sammy we don't have all day." He said snapping his fingers.

Everything went black after that but only for a split second.

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Dean reared the stolen car to the side of the road. Taking a moment to gather himself, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was free, but how?

"Bobby, I swear if you try and stab me, I'ma be pissed." Dean said, walking eagerly to the door and knocking twice.

Bobby returned his gaze to Dean, his mouth was dropped open with amazement.

"Surprise."

"I- I dont..."

"Yea, me either." Dean said, stepping past Bobby and into the house.

Without notice a knife came soaring at Dean, he ducked in reflex

"Bobby, its me."

"My ass."

Dean grabbed a wooden chair that was placed under Bobby's office desk and held it in front of him.

"Okay, look. Just listen, please." Dean held his hands up in surrender. "Your name is Robert Steven Singer. You became a hunter after your wife got possessed, and... you're about the closest thing I have to a father. Bobby. It's me."

"Dean?"

"Yeah." Dean smiled. "Its me."

Just as Dean was putting the chair back, the silver knife was swung at him again.

Dean pushed Bobby out of his way and grabbed the dagger from his grip.

"Okay, If I was a shape shifter would I be able to do this?" Dean pressed the blade against his skin and dragged it across his forearm.

"Dean?" Bobby said, now sounding convinced.

"Thats what I was trying to tell you. You aren't gonna try and stab be again, are you?" Dean laughed as he stepped toward Bobby.

Bobby took him in his embrace. "It's good to see you, kid."

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Sam screamed in pain. Heat distrubuted every inch of his body. He was in the room again; the room that he most hated.

Oxygen was sucked out of his lungs as the fire waved around the small, trapped room. "Help! Please" he screamed scratchy, as his skin turned a dark black and fell off him.

Once the fire was done Sam slid his body down the side of the wall, waiting for the fire to return and burn off his newly restored skin.

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"Where's Sam?" Dean asked worriedly.

"I dont know." Bobby said, sounding guilty.

"What do you mean you dont know? You were supposed to look out for him."

"Dean I did! I tried, but these last few months haven't been very easy for us."

"That's no excuse, Bobby. Im out of hell, I shouldn't be. God I swear if he did something Im- Im going to kill him."

"Dean calm down, we'll figure it out, alright? But you need to calm down. Breathe."

Dean listened to the old mans voice as it coaxed him. He slowed his breathing. Bobby placed a hand on his back and then quickly got up and handed him a beer.
"We'll figure it out, we always do."

"Thanks Bobby."

Dean stood up with his beer gripped in his right hand. With his other hand, he anxiously ran it over his mouth.

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"Dean, why does daddy hunt monsters?" 6 year old Sam asked, as he fiddled with his power ranger on the small motel floor; zooming it around in the air, as if it was flying.

"Because dad likes to save people, he's a superhero."

"Oh, thats so cool. Are you a Superhero, D?"

Dean smiled warmly as he watched his brother move around the floor, bouncing his power ranger off random pieces of furniture.

"Yea Sammy, I'm a superhero."

"Am I a superhero?" Sam asked, he stopped playing and looked at his brother, dazed with excitement.

"Sure Sammy, you're a superhero." Dean replied, ruffling his brother short, greasy hair.

"Dean, but what if I get hurt trying to save someone?" Sam's voice was now filled with worry when he leaned against the couch.

"That wont happen, because I wont let it. I'm always going to look out for you, okay?"

"Me too D. I'm not going to let any monsters ever get to you." Sam said as he ran to his brother and wrapped his arms around him while nuzzling his head against his warm chest.

Okay, so I just thought I should let you all know that I wont be following the transcript for much longer, I'm just trying to get things moving along. I hope this chapter was alright, sorry it couldn't be longer, I have a really big math test to do tomorrow and I need to study. I already wrote chapter 4 and I'm really proud of it. There's also a bit of Emily's back story and why she sold her soul, so be expecting that :*

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