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Dean pushes Sam in front of the Mirror of Erised.

Sam stares into the glass.

He sees himself, draped across a throne. He sees Dean’s
pretty greens shift to black and he sees the darkest creatures bow before him
and swear their allegiances – he sees himself command the forces of Hell with Dean
by his side, his black eyed-knight; sees
himself in his, their, rightful
place.

“Well?” Dean asks, bright eyed and rosy cheeked. “What
do you see?”

Sam gently touches Dean’s cheek. “I see you.”