A/N: Continuation of No Fear for the Setting Sun. I really liked that one as a one-shot for OTH alone, so I didn't want to touch it directly. Also this one includes Supernatural on a heavier level, but will include some OTH storylines.

Peyton lay in the cold dark hospital room, her eyes wide open. She had tried to the get rest as every doctor, nurse, and family member had advised, but her attempts were in vain. She would nearly reach the dreamlike state and then be jolted awake by an image of her funeral. It was such a vivid sight, and she was completely and utterly afraid that these flashes were meant to prepare her. She had been in the hospital a total of 3 days awaiting the birth of a child she didn't know if she would ever see.

"Luke, honey." She said quietly, trying not to jar him from his sleep too abruptly. She wouldn't want to wake him, but she had called Nathan an hour ago and she was certain he was anxiously sitting in the waiting area for the signal that he could go in.

"What's wrong, is it time?" he said as he was by her side awake in a matter of seconds. She knew this was hard on him too, but she had no idea how to help him cope with this.

"Relax, nothing is wrong. Nate should be in the hall, do you think you can send him in? You should go home and shower; take a nap. I'll be fine."

"I'll be back in two hours." He had argued with her the first day when she tried to send him home, but Peyton had more will and never subsided in her requests. When he eventually gave in, he realized that an hour or so away from the hospital gave him the power to think positively; something the four white walls of her room couldn't do.

"I love you." She said lingering on his eyes, taking in all of their colors. She wasn't sure what each moment ahead would bring, and if her last happen to come sooner; she wanted his eyes sketched into her memory.

"I love you too, Peyton. I will see you in a couple of hours." He emphasized the word will, to convince himself and her. Then she pulled his body closer to hers and placed a kiss on his cheek, followed by his lips, lingering on his flesh longer than normal, savoring the feel, just in case this would be their last. He, too, let his eyes linger on her. Despite how hard he had tried to fight the just-in-cases, he too knew they would the only thing to ease the pain if, God forbid, the worst should happen.

And just like that, the wall separated the two as he walked farther away from her hospital room, farther away from her living body. He found Nate in the waiting room, like she said. He was a little concerned that she had called Nathan, especially since she hadn't requested to see anyone since arriving 3 days ago. Nathan was a little concerned too, but he would keep it to himself. He had a smile on his face when he walked into the room where Peyton was leaning against a pillow, tears flowing rapidly down her rosy cheeks.

"Peyton?" he said as he reached her and took her in his arms while sitting on the side of her bed softly.

"Nate, I'm not going to make it. Every time I close my eyes I see my funeral. I see everything from you and Luke in the front row with Brooke and Haley to the baby sized caskets resting beside mine. You have to promise me that you will not let this destroy him." She said frantically, looking straight into his eyes, pleading for the man she loved. He was so taken aback by her release, he sat silently for seconds. "Promise me!" she nearly screamed.

"I…I promise." He said gripping her shoulders a little tighter, trying to stop the jolts of her body.

Hours seemed to pass in the few short moments that followed her breakdown. When her tears halted their path down her cheeks and her breathing slowed, she spoke again. "You have been amazing friend to me, Nate. I don't regret anything about us, not even our time together back in high school. I love you, and Haley and Jamie are lucky to have you as you are them."

"I love you too Peyton, I mean, who else would have kept my sorry ass in line for all these years. But this isn't the end for you Sawyer. You and Luke and this baby are going to be happy."

"If we are, I'll count on the 'I told you so.' Now why don't you go home to that wonderful woman you call a wife, and you tell her how much you love her. I need some time alone." She whispered quietly. This wasn't Peyton, she still had hope a week ago when they sat on that porch swing. Now, she showed no signs of believing she was going to make it.

"If that's what you need."

"It is." She said rubbing her belly gently, keeping a secret of her own.

"Goodnight, Sawyer. We'll all be here for you, and Luke."

"Goodnight, Scott." She pursed her lips and closed her eyes when she saw him round the corner into the hallway. She was thankful that she got to see him one last time. She only wished there was time to see Brooke and Haley once more, but there wasn't. She only asked for the moment alone to allow Nathan time to leave. She had felt the first sign of a contraction right before calling Nathan to come, and she felt the second sign immediately following Luke's departure. She wanted a moment alone before the doctors came, before Luke came back, before she had to say goodbye to the life she had come to love.

"Oh baby, Mama loves you so very much" She whispered through her tears, in the direction of her baby bump.

A woman walked into the room shutting the door behind her, a nurse judging by the pink scrubs she wore. Peyton didn't recognize her, but she was extremely glad to see her as the third siege of pain overtook her abdomen. "Oh honey, are you okay?" she said as she crossed the room to take the young woman's hand.

"No, my baby and I are going to die." She said through gritted teeth, fighting to maintain control of her body.

"I know." The middle age woman agreed, fluffing the pillow behind her before wiping her forehead with a wet washrag that had been resting beside the bed.

"What?" Peyton asked as the pain trailed away.

"I said I know, but it doesn't have end that way for you Peyton." Peyton wasn't following. A nurse in the hospital was agreeing that she and her child would not survive this. What was going on, was she already in hell?

"Huh?"

"I can make sure your baby lives, and in return…"

"Anything, I'll give you anything, just don't let my baby die." She screamed again as another surge of pain swept through her body.

"Tell me that you promise your soul to me, me Lillith, and I will make sure your child lives a long life."

She didn't know how this woman became a nurse, but if it meant that the nurse would help her get through this childbirth and not just stand in the room all night letting her suffer, then she would say anything. "Fine, Lillith, I promise you my soul, just make sure my baby lives."

"As you wish." She said exiting the room, calling the other nurses. "Quick, Ms. Sawyer is in labor, get the gurney, we have to start prepping for surgery."

Peyton screamed one last time before the pain became too much, and her body passed out in an attempt to heal itself. Lillith walked into the bathroom, happy she had just secured the soul of Ellie's daughter before Sam Winchester realized his calling and recruited her himself. She was beginning to think there might be something more to possessing adult bodies. They had more freedom than children. She shook her head as she stepped into the bathroom. Nah, children were better. Nobody every saw her coming in a child's body.

Two days later, Lucas watched as his house went up in flames, every memory he had of Peyton Sawyer erased, just as she was from his life. She hadn't survived the surgery, things didn't go smoothly. He had walked into the hospital after his shower and nap, and had immediately been ambushed by thoughts of sympathy from the nurses. She had known and sent him away. He brought his child home motherless, and practically fatherless as he lost a large portion of himself when Peyton passed. Nathan and Haley were going to become very big pieces of Anna Sawyer Scott's life, whether she liked it or not.

Peyton shook off the feeling of dust as she settled into her new 'vessel' if you will. Floating into a body through a thick black smoke was extremely disgusting. She was ecstatic to finally rid herself of the torturous events that went on each day of the 4 years she found herself deep in the pits of hell. Monster after monster had the turn trying to break Peyton of her souls connection with morals and goodness. They had even brought in Ellie herself to torture the young woman into submission.

Seeing her had turned out to be a blessing though. She confirmed that when she looked into the mirror to see the golden curls and green eyes of the body she was now calling her own. Turns out Peyton Sawyer had an identical twin. A girl living in a one room apartment on the bad side of San Francisco, a girl with next to no friends and flawless skin, other than that every other detail was the same down to the birthmark on her inner thigh. Peyton cringed as she thought about her own body deteriorating in a small wooden box six feet under ground in the small North Carolina town.

She walked outside into the sunlight for the first time since walking into that stupid hospital room 4 years ago. The sun felt nice, but more importantly the freedom felt amazing. Hell was so confining, always someone around the corner ready to drain your blood one more time or splash your face with holy water. It was also a lot harder to seek revenge when your six feet under. Lucky for her though, some stupid hunters aided in opening the gates of hell, and since Lillith has trusts that they are in alliance, she just barely made it out. So maybe she owed Lillith one soul before doing her own thing in this war. She would get it at some point.

Her focus now, however, was to seek revenge on the one whose torture cut the deepest, who actually brought her pain. He had been pulled from hell, free to walk the world again as human, and he was going to suffer the wrath of one demonic Peyton Sawyer.