[ Dean drops to his knees, body shaking, vividly remembering the hounds, the way they'd smelled, the way they'd torn him to pieces and dragged his soul to hell. His hands tremble violently as he reaches for his little brother, cheeks wet from tears and flushed. God, Sammy, Sammy--
This isn't how he remembers it. It's a nightmare, dragged from the hellscape that is this Dean's subconscious, it isn't real. He says it in his head over and over, repeating it like a broken record it isn't real, it isn't real, it isn't real--
A voice shatters his mantra and he looks up wildly, face stained with tears, something in the back of his head telling him, without a doubt, it is Lucifer. IT has to be. ]
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[ Dean drops to his knees, body shaking, vividly remembering the hounds, the way they'd smelled, the way they'd torn him to pieces and dragged his soul to hell. His hands tremble violently as he reaches for his little brother, cheeks wet from tears and flushed. God, Sammy, Sammy--
This isn't how he remembers it. It's a nightmare, dragged from the hellscape that is this Dean's subconscious, it isn't real. He says it in his head over and over, repeating it like a broken record it isn't real, it isn't real, it isn't real--
A voice shatters his mantra and he looks up wildly, face stained with tears, something in the back of his head telling him, without a doubt, it is Lucifer. IT has to be. ]
Get out of my head.