AN: This is by far not my best. I may end up scrapping this. Be that as it may, here it is for now.

Dean opened the heavy volume, intent on gleaning some last minute information on Azazel before the big showdown, but he couldn't stop darting glances at Sam.

Sam, who was now very much alive.

He turned back to the book in front of him, determined to find something that would help Dean keep him that way.

But then he heard the coughing beside him. Terrible, deep coughing. Dean turned to Sam in a panic, searching him, trying to find what was wrong.

"Sammy, what happened, are you ok?"

Sam pulled back with a look. "Dude, I just inhaled some dust. Chill."