(Well, well, well kiddies. This is most likely the last fic in the series. I'm sorry it's taken so long. Thanks to everyone who read all the way through! *sniff* I'm getting a little emotional here! I know it's taken me quite some time to write this but I really appreciate the reviews! You guys are great so I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Warning: Mentions of rape [no smut!]
Unbeta'd
-LadyDestielandSabriel)

Sam slowly opened his eyes rolling over on the bed, curling up on top of the satin covers. He felt arms wrap around him and smiled, leaning into the body. "Gabe, I'm trying to sleep!" he said, attempting to sound annoyed.

Lips brushed his ears as he heard a voice say, "Guess again."

Sam's blood went cold and his face instantly dropped. His eyes flung open as the lips returned, along with hands traveling to a place Sam really didn't want him going to. Sam pushed away from the body, scrambling off the bed and towards a corner as memories flooded back to him. He had given himself to Lucifer to save Cas... that's why he was here... He glared as Lucifer approached him, a grin spread wide across his face.

"Sam, why don't you come back to the bed? There's room enough for two." Lucifer purred as he leaned down.

"Get the Hell away from me!" He snapped. Lucifer just grinned and leaned in further.

"Oh Sammy, I love it when you get all mad."

"Get away from me, Lucifer. Don't you need to use me as a vessel?"

"Oh no, Sam. I have a much better idea of how I can use your body..." Lucifer said, closing the distance between the two and quickly shoving his tongue into Sam's mouth before he had a chance to respond. He snaked a hand behind Sam's back, holding the other man in an iron grip. Sam struggled, pushing his hands against Lucifer's chest in attempt to get away. Lucifer pulled the two of them to the floor before he moved his hand away from Sam's back so he could work on their clothes. Sam saw his chance and pulled away. Lucifer glared and crawled towards Sam, as a feral cat might. Sam swiftly kicked him in the stomach and ran for a door, but there was none. Lucifer coughed from the kick and laughed as he got up and sauntered towards Sam.

"Oh Sammy, Sammy, Sammy." He said with a frightening look in his eyes. "You really shouldn't have done that..." He said, grabbing Sam by the arm and pulling him towards the bed. He threw the taller man onto the bed before descending upon him.

Gabriel had been flying for day but couldn't seem to find Lucifer. He decided to go check up on Sam but couldn't find him anywhere so he flew to Dean instead. When he arrived at the hotel he found Dean sitting on the floor by the bed in the dark. Gabe looked over to see the form that was, at one point, Castiel; but now it was grey, with white lips and glassy blue eyes. "Dean..." he said; his voice a small whisper. "Please tell me that's just Jimmy and not..." he gulped as the man turned around. His eyes seemed hollow now and his face was pale.

"Gabriel. Where do angels go when they die?" Dean said; his voice small and shaky as he licked his dry lips.

Gabriel sighed and shook his head. "I'm sorry, I don't know Dea-"he started but was cut off by Dean lunging at him and pinning him against the wall.

"Okay you son of a bitch! I'm done screwing around! How can I get Cas back? You never did tell me how you're still alive... What was it? God? A Demon? What's the god damn secret for you angels?" he snapped, looking at Gabriel with hard eyes.

Gabriel sighed and said coolly, "it was Sam."