How long had it been?
Months? Years?
Time passed differently in Hell. And even before then.
He remembered the hotel. Kali. The Pagan Gods. The Winchesters… Lucifer. He remembers his brother, whom he had loved more than anything, plunging his own angel blade through his stomach. He doesn’t remember dying. Dying so that Sam and Dean could escape.
He remembers pain and then… nothing.
Waaahhh!!!
Karate, SPN Demonic Octopus Guardian 