Note: This story can be taken either as a stand alone or as part of my series 'The Weapon' although Kaida will not actually be mentioned this story will be referenced in the series. This is actually a crossover between SPN and the 2005 movie 'Devour' which stars Jensen Ackles.

Devour

Introduction

Sam straightened up and took another swig from the bottle in his hand. He had been drinking solidly since he left Bobby's a few days earlier and he didn't plan on stopping any time soon. At least until he got his brother back. Finishing the bottle he turned to throw it against a nearby tree before looking back down at his handywork. Then turning away from the box that he had buried he staggered a little as he looked around for the demon he was expecting.

"Come on! Where the hell are you?"

He screamed into the empty air.

"I was wondering whether to come or not. I mean, you shot one of my co-workers. Don't take this the wrong way, Sam, but you don't look so hot, buddy. I guess burying your brother didn't agree with you."

Sam spun around at the voice and glared as the creature spoke to him. Couldn't they just get it over with, make the deal already. That was why he was here, to make a deal, he didn't need all of the gloating as well on top of everything else.

"Well."

He had run out of patience. But the demon simply sneered at him.

"Well, let's see that special little knife of yours first."

With exagerated movements he pulled the knife out and slammed it down impatiently.

"No devil's traps, either. I'm not here to play games."

The creature had the audacity to smile as he stepped closer.

"Well, let me guess. You want to make a deal. And 'round and 'round the Winchesters go. I'm sorry, Sam. That's not gonna happen."

As he finished talking he was right in front of Sam so the hunter grabbed the knife and stabbed it through the demon's hand.

"I don't want ten years. I don't want one year. I don't want Candy! I want to trade places with Dean."

Apparently the demon wasn't playing games either as his answer was simple.

"No."

But Sam didn't like that answer. He wouldn't accept it, couldn't accept it.

"Just take me it's a fair trade!"

Again he got the same answer.

"No!"

Sam couldn't believe that this was happening. This wasn't how it went. He couldn't do this. He couldn't keep walking around while Dean was dead. He had done it once after the trickster and he couldn't do it again. He was desperate.

"Why not? Lilith wants me dead. Just let Dean go, and she can have me."

The demon's grin widened impossibly.

"Don't you understand, Sam? It's not about your soul. Dean's in hell, right where we want him. We've got everything exactly the way we want it. You want to kill me? Go ahead. I've made peace with my lord."

So Sam did. He disposed of the demon and then stumbled off in search of another drink. As he reached the car his phone rang but he ignored it. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore because Dean was gone and now there was no way to get him back.