Matt eyed the Winchesters sitting on the couch across from him. The brothers had filled Matt and Sylar in on the truth in the few hours since Peter's mysterious return. The idea was still hard for him to believe. Monsters were the stuff of myth, the things folklore was spun about. From personal experience, Matt knew humans were all the monster this world needed. Although skeptical, the Winchesters had accepted Matt and Sylar's explanation of Specials once they had demonstrated their abilities. Castiel, the angel of the Lord, had taken Peter to Matt's bedroom and had yet to emerge.

The door opened and Castiel stepped out, an exhausted look on his face. All four men rose simultaneously, turning to the angel. "Peter Petrelli underwent months trapped only with visions of a future he could not comprehend," Castiel stated. "The damage to his body is trivial. It is the scars of his mind which plauge him. I have done my best, but it is beyond me to repair that damage. All we can do at this point is wait."

"Maybe not," Matt mused. "You say its his mind troubling him? Let me see what I can do."

"All of a sudden you're a freakin shrink?" Dean snapped. "Cas has some serious angel mojo and even he can't fix what's going on in Peter's head."

Matt spun to him with a glare and stalked up to the shorter Winchester. "Listen here, you don't want to know the extent of my powers. I've trapped a man in a prison of his own mind. I rewrote someones entire identity and put them in a new life for months on end. If anyone can fix Peter right now, it's me." Matt stalked into the bedroom, leaving the flabbergasted Winchesters to follow. With a scrape, Matt pulled a chair out and sat next to Peter. He finally had his first proper look at Peter, his friend and confidant. Someone he had never thought he would see again. Matt drilled Peter with a stare, reaching out towards his friend's mind. As he made contact, he was overwhelmed by flashes of violence, grotesque creatures that seemed impossible to conceive and above all else a chorus of screams. With a shout, Matt broke the connection and staggered back. He put his hands on his knees and leaned forward, breathing heavily. A faint wave of nausea rolled through him. "Peter's been living that for months?" Matt questioned Castiel. "Is he still sane?"

"Peter Petrelli's conscious mind has retreated. I cannot say what state it will be in when you find it," Castiel grimly answered. "If you are unable to deal with the horrific dreams that plague Peter there are alternative routes."

"I can do it."

Everyone in the room turned to stare at Sylar. He gazed levelly at them all. "I don't always need to slice open someone's head to figure out how their power works Matt. You and I have been living together for over two years. I figured it out a few months back, but didn't know how to tell you."Conflicting emotions rolled through Matt's body. The distrust he had initially held for Sylar had dissipated the more he got to know the man, but a fear rooted that deep never fully went away. Sylar was right however. He might be the only one able to stand the visions tormenting Peter. He stepped back, giving his silent approval. Sylar sat down in his vacated seat, and focused his attention on Peter. Matt shuddered as he watched Sylar dive into Peter's mind.

Pain. Death. Chaos.

The primal feelings swirled through Sylar, making him cringe. He stood in a clearly recognizable Central Park. Around him, the universe burned. He could feel creation dying. Everyone could. Some sobbed, others cried but all ran. In the center of it all stood a man Sylar would recognize anywhere. As though sensing Sylar's gaze, he turned and fixed him with a pain filled stare. "Peter," Sylar cried, stepping forward. "What is this?" Peter fixed him with a defeated, broken stare. "It's the future, Sylar. We can't stop this one," Peter intoned, his shoulders slumped. He dropped to his knees as a particularly guttural roar echoed from the side of the park. Sylar stared at him, hardly believing what he was seeing. Peter never gave up. Not on saving the world, not even on saving Sylar's soul. Sylar dropped to his knees and stared Peter in the eyes.

"Peter," Peter dropped his gaze at Sylar's words. Sylar grabbed the side of his head and forced Peter to stare at him. "You've never given up. Never. When we were trapped for those five years in my head, we forged a bond I'd never had before. You risked everything then to come save me, despite everything I had done. All the things I did to you, to your family and you still forgave me. You came for me then. I'm sorry I didn't come for you earlier. I'm here now, and I'm here to take you back so we can make sure this never happens. When we work together, there's nothing you and I can't stop-" Sylar paused, staring at Peter's defeated face. "-brother." Sylar stood, pulling Peter up with him. "We're going to stop this Peter. Just like we stopped Arthur." A ray of hope flickered across Peter's face. "Let's get out of here then," Peter smiled. "We've got a lot of work ahead of us."