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"Breakfast in bed." Sam says.

"Don't get used to it. Let me see that hand." Dean says.

"Oh, he wants to hold your widdle hand. How sweet." Hallucifer says.

Dean removes Sam's bandage and inspects his stitches. "Eh, you'll live. Here." Dean pours whiskey over Sam's wound. Sam sucks in his breath with pain. "All right, take it easy."

"So, ooze invasion. Any leads?" Asks Sam. 

"I got all my feelers out." Bobby says. "Whatever they're up to, it ain't—ain't about going Mothra down Main Street. They'll turn up. You seem pretty eager to stretch your legs, you know." Bobby puts a new bandage on Sam's hand.

"Mmm." Sam hums.

"Now onto our other big problem. How're you doin'?" Elena asks. "And do not say okay."

"I'm not okay." Sam says.

"You think?" Dean asks.

"Hey. Go a little easy." Bobby says

"There's nothing easy about it, Bobby, okay. We acted like he had everything under control." Dean says.

"I get it. I'm sorry. Look, I- I didn't exactly want to crack up, you know?" Sam says.

"What the hell happened back there?" Elena asks.

"Well, it's not just flashbacks any more." Sam says.

"Well then what?" Dean asks

"It's more like... I'm seeing through the cracks." Says says.

"What does that mean?"

"It means I'm having a difficult time figuring out what's real." Sam says.

"Hallucinations." Dean finally says.

"For starters." Sam says.

"Well for starters, if you're tripping Hell's Bells, why would you hide that?" Dean asks.

"I wasn't hiding it, Dean, I – I was just not talking about it. I mean it seemed like you three had enough going on as it was." Sam says. "Look, I—I just figured, try to hold onto the safety bar and ride it out, you know? But it's getting more specific."

"As in specifically what?" Dean gets glasses of whiskey for himself and Bobby.

Dean, Elena and Bobby are listening to what Sam has just said. "What the hell, Sam?" Dean says.

"I told you." Sam says.

"I mean seriously, how do you, how do you argue with that?" Dean asks.

"I know. It's a problem."

"Well now wait, I got it. Why would the Devil holodeck you a whole new life when he could just kick your ass all over the Cage?" Dean asks.

"'Cause, as he puts it..." Sam and  Hallucifer speak in  unison. "You can't torture someone who has nothing left for you to take away."

"Very good, Sam." Hallucifer says,

"Okay, fine. But this Malibu dream mansion that he, he, he makes for you to take away is this post-apocalyptic mess?"

"It had to be a mess, Sam, or you wouldn't believe it was your life." Says Hallucifer.