There was the pain of waking up, climbing out of a grave. Thirsty, and hungry and confused. Fumbling for a phone.
Sam was there again, his mouth dripping with demon's blood, his eyes black. Behind him, a cage opened up.
The hellhounds returned, this time commanded by Meg. Jo wanted to look away from this part, but she couldn't. She watched herself jump between Dean and the hellhounds, watched as they ripped into her, heard the scream that she must have made.
Then Dean was leaning over the version of Jo from his memories. He gave her a goodbye kiss, and then left her to slump into her mother.
Sam appeared again, this time in a white suit. It was clear from his eyes that he wasn't actually Sam anymore. He laughed. And then he was beating Dean nearly to death. There was just a moment when light glinted off the Impala, and Sam stopped. It was clear from his face that he became Sam again. Just long enough to jump into a gigantic pit. He was followed closely by a young teenage boy. Jo knew that he was Dean's half-brother, though she couldn't say how. There was just the faintest flash of wings, and then the boy's face flashed to Dean's for a second before turning back as he followed Sam into the pit.
She heard Sam's voice then: "You go find Lisa. You pray to God she’s dumb enough to take you in. You have barbecues, and go to football games. You go live some normal apple pie life Dean. Promise me!"
The music shifted back again: Masquerading as a man with a reason My charade is the event of the season And if I claim to be a wise man, well It surely means that I don't know
Lisa was pretty. Brunette, always just a little bit worried, but happy with Dean. There was a flash of breakfasts as a family, barbeques, time with Ben, kissing Lisa on the cheek.
And then there was Sam again. Sam as Lucifer, laughing in the relocked cage. Forever stuck in the pit.
Even Sam faded as all of the versions of Dean stepped forward-from young Dean to the tortured Dean on the rack, to Dean the torturer, to the Dean who had faced down every terrifying thing without blinking, and the Dean who had seen too many people he loved die, and the Dean who had almost seemed comfortable with the happy family life. They all merged into one, who opened the door to the Impala and drove off into the darkness, alone again.
Carry on, you will always remember Carry on, nothing equals the splendor The center lights around your vanity But surely heaven waits for you