This is part 3 in the 'To Everything' series.

It's my idea of what happens to Sam as he turns demonic and becomes what everyone has been waiting for. Sure to be full of limp/angsty/hurt/evil Sam and worried/hurt/protective/awesome Dean. Bobby's there to as reinforcements as the battle of evil and the fight against it comes to fruition.

NOTE: I haven't been watching the show (gasp and shock) so if I get anything wrong, that's why. I'm getting info from wikipedia, other fanfic I read and episode guides online. Also, I'm going to ignore some things because I don't know enough about the events to get it right. So I'll allude to Dean's death...but nothing definitive and I'm going to ignore angels. I also might accidentally add someone that has been killed, because I didn't know they were dead. As for season, obviously later, like after the current one or something. Yeah, I guess it's kinda alternate verse or whatnot.

Still don't own Supernatural. Not suing would be appreciated. I have no money, I promise, so please just let me use the brilliant characters.

Sorry this is taking so long. I know where it ends, it's just taking longer than expected to get there.

Thanks for reading and reviewing. The reviews keep me going, seriously.

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Dean and Bobby were hunched over open books and folded newspapers that were spread out over a back table in the library. Dean had a notebook full of potential leads, news articles that seemed like something; and all of them were dead ends. Sam was still somewhere out there. Dean had taken to checking his phone nearly every hour for a new message from Sam, but there never was. He hadn't heard anything but Sam's voicemail message in one month and two days, but who was counting.

Bobby looked up. "Still don't trust her." His voice was low.

"Well I do." He shot Bobby a hard look. "And we need her."

"She's one of them."

"Singer, I'm your last hope if you want to find Sam." Ruby came up from between a row of shelves and sat down.

"Anything?" Dean met her eyes.

She shook her head, confidence knocked down a few notches. "You?"

He shoved her the open page of the notebook. She looked over it and sighed.

"Anything worth following?" Dean knew better than to be hopeful any more.

"I'll ask around. Meet me at the fountain at the center of the park. Midnight." She tucked the notebook under her arm and left.

Bobby waited a few minutes after she was gone. "Still don't trust her."

"Sam did when I was gone and we both did before that. She's gotten us closer in the past few weeks than we managed to do in months. If you have a problem with the plan, then you can go your own way." Dean stood. "I won't let anything slow me down."

Dean left the table. Bobby was quick to follow. "Dean."

He slowed, but didn't stop.

"That's the last you'll hear of it. I'm with you, both of you, to find him."

He turned then. "Good to hear it. I have a lead I want to follow."

Dean and Bobby set off down the street. Bobby had watched him change over the months, had watched him focus so hard that there was nothing but newspapers, leads and the information Ruby brought. He did nothing but eat and sleep, aside from looking for his brother. He walked into jobs and questioned leads with a brutal directness that could get him killed sooner rather than later if he didn't start being more careful. Bobby didn't want to be the one to lecture him, not when they both knew Dean had nothing to loose if he had already lost Sam. Dean checked his phone for a message that was never there and slipped it back in his pocket. Bobby wondered, yet again, where Sam was that he couldn't call. Didn't he know what it was doing to Dean?

Sometimes, in the middle of the darkest and longest nights, Dean would lay awake and wonder if Sam was even still alive, or if he would recognize his own brother. He knew Damas most likely had him, but both Sam and Damas had disappeared from the radar. Not even Ruby knew where they were, but she knew something big was coming and could venture a pretty safe guess that Sam was the guest of honor.

They walked down a heavily shaded and neglected street. Dean's eyes scanned the peeling paint and house numbers. Dean stopped in front of a small, once white house. The paint had grayed and cracked, the front porch sagged in the middle and the sidewalk cracked. Without hesitating, Dean walked up to the front door. Bobby held back a few steps, both to keep watch and to give Dean space.

The door opened a fraction of a second before Dean knocked. The woman that looked at Dean was young, fifteen maybe, her dark hair fell in front of her jade green eyes. She smiled wearily.

"Cadence?" He met her eyes.

"I don't know if I can help you."

He nodded. "It's worth a shot."

"It is." She pushed open the door and disappeared inside.

Dean followed her without a word. Bobby hesitated in the doorway before he closed the door behind him. It took his eyes a minute to adjust to the low light inside. Dean followed her to the kitchen and sat across the table from her. Bobby leaned against the wall a few feet back.

Cadence took a slow breath. "I can't reach him."

"He's alive."

She nodded. "They want him alive."

Dean sighed. "Where is he?"

She closed her eyes and pressed her hands flat against the table. She was special, like Sam. Ruby had found her, saved her about a year back and told Dean that she might be able to help. Cadence could find just about anyone in a few hours, but she could find people like herself and Sam in minutes.

She opened her eyes and looked at Dean, like she was looking through him. "I don't know. They've changed him and took away his humanity."

Dean's blood ran cold at the words.

"They want a meeting between you two, a test for Sam." Her eyes darkened a little. "He's going to kill you."

"He wouldn't." It was an automatic response.

She took his hand. "He would because everything he was is gone."

"Can he be saved?" Dean's voice grew soft.

"It's unknown, there are too many options."

"But that is one of them."

She sighed. "Yes."

Cadence tensed like she suddenly felt pain. Her hand tightened around Dean's and he leaned forward.

"Cadence?"

Her eyes were closed tight. "They want me, because they could change him and they want me next."

When she opened her eyes there was nothing but fear.

"Bobby, call Ruby." Dean met her eyes. "They won't get you. I won't let them."

"I know you won't." She knew his thoughts. "You did protect him, Dean. You're the reason why there is still the chance that he'll come back."

"Go pack a bag."

She got up from the table and slipped from the room. Dean pulled out his phone and dialed. He listened to the ringing and swore that he would do something right. He couldn't save Sam, not yet, but he could save Cadence now.

"Hello?" Pastor Jim's voice came through a little static.

"It's Dean." He kept one ear out to make sure Cadence was all right.

"Any news?"

He swallowed. "Not exactly. I need to ask a favor."

"Anything." The answer was automatic.

"I need you to protect someone for me." He heard Cadence on the stairs. "Until this is over."

"Of course. Where are you?"

She held a duffel bag at her side and stood close to Dean. "About two hours. There's a diner at the edge of town. Meet us there?"

"See you soon."

Dean slipped the phone in his pocket.

"I could go with you, help you." Cadence whispered.

"You can help me over the phone." He took the bag. "But this is the only way you'll be safe."

Cadence knew that as she followed him out to the car. "Dean." She whispered. "You'll get him back."

"You know this?"

She swallowed. "Only because I know that you won't stop until you do. He has more humanity that they realize and you're the key to that."

"Will it be enough?"

She nodded slightly, not entirely sure, and climbed into the back of the car. They were quiet as they drove to the diner, quiet as they ate dinner. They met Jim in the parking lot.

"Jim, this is Cadence." Dean introduced them. "She's been helping us some and now it's gotten her unwanted attention."

Cadence looked at him, a sweet smile on her lips. "My pleasure to meet you."

"And you also." Jim looked over at Dean. "Any word?"

Dean shook his head. "Keep her safe."

"I will." Jim shook hands with Dean.

Dean and Bobby watched them drive off before they climbed into the Impala. There were a few hours before they had to meet Ruby, a few more hours of research. They went back to the library until it closed.

A few hours before midnight, Dean and Bobby climbed behind the wheel and drove towards the park. They pulled up in an empty space and sat in the silence for a few minutes. Dean got out of the car and walked towards the fountain. He sat down on a nearby bench with his elbows rested on his knees. Bobby sat down next to him to wait.

It seemed wrong, Dean mused in the darkness, to be just sitting and doing nothing while his brother, the one thing that he had left and the one thing he gives everything for, is gone. Sitting seemed a lot like doing nothing, and Dean hated doing nothing especially when it involved Sam.