Set in episode 10, season 3.
"I mean you're going to hell, and you won't lift a finger to stop it. Talk about low self esteem. Then again I guess it's not much of a life worth saving." Dean glared at the carbon copy he found himself face to face with in his dream that Jeremy was controlling.
"Wake up Dean, come on, wake up." He muttered to himself.
They circled each other, watching every move. He'd lost Sam in the dream and had no idea if Maria, Anna or Bobby even had any idea that they'd entered Jeremy's turf. Once again he found himself mentally scolding himself for jumping into something without thinking it through first. He didn't know what this Dean was capable of, he didn't know what he himself was even capable of and he sure as hell didn't know how to get rid of the handsome son of a bitch that stood before him.
"I mean after all you got nothin' outside Sam. You are nothing." The fake Dean sneered. "You're as mindless and obedient as an attack dog."
"That's not true." Dean sighed.
"No?" The twin challenged.
They stared for a second.
"What are the things you want? What are the things you dream?" Jeremy's creation asked. "I mean your car? That's dad's. Your favourite leather jacket? Dad's. Your music? Dad's." He paused to smirk. "Do you even have an original thought?" Dean was silent.
"No." He continued. "All there is watch out for Sammy, look after your little brother boy. Y'can still hear your dad's voice in your head cantcha? Clear as a bell."
"Just shut up." Dean finally interrupted. He was running out of ideas, fast.
"If ya think about it, all he ever did was train you. Boss you around. But Sam, Sam he doted on. Sam he loved."
"I'm gettin' angry." Dean warned, but the imposter persisted.
"Dad knew who you really were, a good soldier and nothing else. Daddy's blunt little instrument." Dean didn't respond. "You're own father didn't care whether you lived or died, why should you?!"
The door flew off its hinges and Maria stood there holding a gun.
"Because I care." She snarled and fired five shots at the other Dean. It slumped to the ground, blood seeping through its shirt. She grabbed Dean by the arm and dragged him from the room. "We gotta find Sam."
"Thanks." He murmured as they ran down a hallway.
"Nothing he said was true, Dean. I never knew your dad but I know one thing, he loved you and Sam and only wanted to protect you from the world. The problem was he was consumed by it and you know that. You learnt a valuable lesson from your dad's mistakes and you carry on his legacy." She assured him, they passed through a doorway out into the forest. She pulled Dean to a stop.
"We will find a way to keep you alive." She said forcefully, gripping his forearms. "I refuse to let you leave us." She fidgeted a little, then stared him straight in the face. "You think this whole 'I don't care if I die' facade is fooling anyone? It's not. I know you're terrified, hell, I'm terrified, but we can fix this." And with that, she moved to continue running, but Dean yanked her back.
"I care if I die without telling you..." He inhaled deeply. "Telling you that I love the hell outta you." He spat out, then kissed her hard. "Let's find my damn brother." They resumed running before Maria could respond.
