And as if by cue, there Sam was. Still crouching over Rose, a swarm of black smoke swept down the hallway, depositing the two as if to say "We found him, Alistair. Have fun."

The younger Winchester let out a heavy breath and whipped around, trying to figure out where in the hell he was, exactly. this wasn't the Med Ward any longer. And Dean was standing just up ahead with Castiel and... one of the last people Sam ever wanted to see again - along with a black-eyed clone of his brother.

This was officially the worst dream ever.

"Dean-" He called, straightening up and taking stock of the situation with a furrowed brow.