Once they were a good distance away, Sam and Bobby eased Dean to the ground. Sam dropped down next to his brother. Grabbing Dean's upper arm, Sam pulled him in close. "It's okay, Dean. Just breathe. I've got ya. You're safe."

Dean continued to shudder and pant. For once, he leaned into Sam, letting his presence sooth.

"Boy, what did you feel in there?" queried Bobby.

"I-I-I don't know its name. But it's BAD."

"It wasn't Lucifer?" asked Sam.

Dean shook his head, blinked slowly. "No. Worse. Much worse."

"What the hell can be worse than Lucifer?" Sam whispered, dismayed.

FIN