Sam rolled onto his back, head in dean's lap. He looked out the back window of the Impala. Almost like a cat, trusting someone to pet his belly. But it was so he could pull his hands out for Alec.

Alec wouldn't hurt him. Alec wasn't knives and cuts. Alec was nice. Dean was safe. He was safe there.

But how could he make Dean understand. The last time Sam tried to show him Hell, Dean was upset. In pain. Sam can't show him again. He wants to know but he can't.

"Cut away. Pieces curl up in the heat. Glow. Fireflies. Smoke. Ash. Gone."