"Sweetheart, you did great; there's no need to cry," he crooned. "She didn't even see it coming, so why does it matter that it's a little messy?"

"I wanted to impress you, and now there's blood everywhere. That's hardly impressive," Sam sniffed. This was his first kill and he messed up; big time. She definitely saw him coming, Luci just lied to be kind. And the blood was everywhere! "A little messy"? More like crime scene messy. Which, Sam guessed, it was now.

"Alright Sam, we've got to get going. Collect your knife; you don't want to be leaving clues around," Luci said.

He had already picked up the knife and was just cleaning the blade on the woman's shirt when he heard it. The sound was horrid; labored and grating it shook Sam to the core. He dropped his knife and looked up at Luci, pleading and horrified.

"Pl..ease…"

Sam looked down at the woman in front of him. Her radial arteries had been cut vertically through, he had made sure of that. Along with the puncture wounds in her abdomen and the jugular vein that Sam had sliced, she shouldn't even be breathing, let alone talking! So why was this woman still alive?

"Oh, shit," Luci muttered.

"No," Sam whispered.

"Mommy?" a small voice whimpered from the doorway. Sam put his head in his hands.

"Mommy!" the small figure raced from the doorway and to its mother's side. The little one knelt beside his bleeding mother and took her hand. Small, silent tears slid down the child's face as he looked at his mother. The woman gave one final, shuddering gasp and fell silent. At this, the boy could hold it in no longer. He doubled over, loud sobs shaking his small frame. The boy cried for his mother over and over again as tears came streaming down his face.

"Dammit, Luci; I thought you said she didn't have any children!" Sam growled as he stood up.

"She wasn't supposed to! I don't know why he's here," Luci said ponderingly.

"I can't kill a kid! But I can't just leave him; he's a witness! What am I supposed to do?" Sam asked as he started to pace the room. Luci walked over to him and placed his hands on either side of Sam's face.

"Sam," Luci said. Sam continued his nervous muttering.

"Sam!" Luci barked. Sam jumped.

"It's okay. We'll take care of it. Okay? It's alright," Luci soothed.

"It's alright," Sam repeated quietly.

Luci turned to where the boy was supposed to be sitting and cursed. Hearing him, Sam looked up to see what was wrong. As his eyes met Lucifer's, a loud cry came from behind him. He looked down just in time to see the young boy plunge a knife into the back of Sam's leg.

"Son of a bitch!" Sam gasped as he looked down at the blade in his thigh. The boy stared up at him defiantly. Sam growled as he pulled the knife out and started towards the boy, weapon raised. The boy whimpered, but he stood his ground, making Sam falter. He looked over to Luci, who nodded his head. Having been reassured, Sam continued advancing towards the boy. Seeing a big man with a big knife coming towards him very quickly broke the boy. Screaming, he fell down, and scrambled frantically backwards. When he hit the wall behind him, silent tears started streaming down his face. Crouching down, Sam could finally see what the boy looked like. He couldn't have been more than eight, with dusty blond hair, and a square face splattered with freckles. Sam shook his head.

No, it can't be. It can't be, he thought. He raised the arm that held the knife, hoping to dispel the thoughts that made his stomach turn. It was then that he saw the bright green eyes that shone with tears.

"No," Sam whispered