After Dean was "killed" and dragged to Hell, I lost it. I haven't spoken to Sam or Bobby since it happened. I remember seeing him dissapear... and running. My heart breaking for my twin with every step...

Anyway, that was four months ago. I'm currently staying in a run down inn somewhere in California. I merely stepped out of the shower when there was a knock on my door. "What the hell do yo- Dean?" I said throwing the door open and revealing my twin. "Hey, little sis." He stated, with a smirk. I slide my knife from the back pocket of my jean shorts and press it to his throat. He's in hell. I saw it happen. My mind chanted. "Alex! Stop it's really Dean!" I hear Sam say from behind the shocked form of the nearly beheaded man. I glance over to him and see Bobby's frame also. "It's him. I've tried everything since he showed up at my door. I promise... It's him." Bobby convinced. "How?" I demanded, removing the knife from Dean's neck. "Like you don't know. How long do you have?" Dean asked while rubbing his nearly cut throat. "You reckon I made a deal?" I asked him. "Sam sure as hell didn't." He stated looking over to Sam. "I attempted so many times. I eventually lost count, but no one would make a deal with me." I said glancing between the three men. "I know someone that could help" Bobby stated.
We walked out the inn and strolled towards the beautiful, black, 1967 Chevy Impala. Oh, how I missed it dearly. I slid into the back seat and waited for Sam and Dean. Sam took shotgun while Dean started the car. We followed Bobby's truck and Sam took the time to question me. "So, what did you do after you ran out?" Sam asked looking back at me. "I proceeded to make a deal as soon as possible." I said shrugging my shoulders. "Why would you perform something so stupid?" Dean growled, looking at me through the mirror. "You're my twin. I didn't know what else to do... I felt lost." I said, looking over at him. "You had Sam." He stated looking over at Sam. "I know, but I know I'm not the only one that was attempting to make a deal. Demons talk." I said, looking over at Sam "Plus, he would never answer my call when I tried to get a hold of him." Sam looked back at me "Sorry I turned off all my phones. And yes, I tried to make deals, but no one would. That's why I believed they made one with you." The car came to a stop and I glanced up. I hadn't realized Bobby was there waiting for us, so I quickly slid from the back of the car and Sam, Dean, and I walked to the doorway