Virti

Dean was standing in a large circular room, it was all so colorless and strongly lit with dozens and dozens of long white candles. White walls, white floors, white ceiling, white furniture. The candle’s high intensity of heat was affecting his eyes so he covered them with his hand. “Where the hell are you Sam?” Dean asked his voice echoed around the room, “Sam Winchester. Sammy!” Dean turned around to face a large white stone like substance, that was most probably ivory marble. There was somebody lying on the stone faced away from him. Dean looked closely at the figure and took a step towards it. “Hello?

Dean’s eyes widened, Lucifer was going to kill him. His powers were reacting and he was trying to control them when he probably should have let them take him over. He knew he had to send Sam to Hell, to save him. “Sam,” he said, “There’s only one way to do this. I’m sorry… I have to send you to Hell… But I swear, I’ll get you out of there, if it’s the last thing I do.” Dean closed his eyes, they turned white, and he looked back at Lucifer. Dean raided a hand at his brother’s inhabited body, hoping that everything would work out. “You’ll never break Sam,” Dean said,