When a person was trying to do nothing more than retreat within their own mind and protect themselves, Adam had learned you could see all sorts of things under the strain of constant attack--like hallucinations, like living dreams. Minds were funny that way. He'd lived through plenty of his old life on repeat, and her surprise felt thoroughly familiar to him, though she herself was a stranger.

He'd been the secret son, yeah, he knew. No one had known about him until it'd been too late, and even then, he hadn't been part of Sam and Dean's family so much as a rope to tie Dean's hands behind his back. And now she was saying he would have to... what, have to face them again?

Being caught in a memory loop in Hell didn't mean the prospect became any more palatable with time.

"This really isn't doing much to make this place different than down there," he said. This was bullshit. Sam and Dean were a part of the pit.