All Roads Lead To Hell

By: Paraflymore

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Supernatural and if I did I would be way nicer to them all.

TimeLine: See if you can guess...

Summary: Feels like this world has been growing slowly upside down

Fighting For Nothing
Chapter One:
"You Shook Me"

It had been six months.

And she was still trying to forget the way her name sounded in his mouth.

Lila only knew one way to sure fire way to forget everything.

She has five shots out in front of her on the bar – her friend whose name she was pretty sure was Mike was watching her with a proud smile as she downed her first one.

"Sure you can handle those baby?"

She scoffs, downing her second one. "Baby?"

He nods scooting closer to her. "No one out drinks me."

"Well it looks like you've met your match sir." she says throwing back her third one with ease. Lila was a pro at this game. Some guy thought she was pretty offered to buy her a shot and she challenged them to a drink off. More times than not she ended up winning.

Mostly because she could spot a lush a mile away – perks of being a bartender.

Mike – or maybe it was Mitch she was sure there was an M somewhere – downs another shot tying them up in their little competition. He was already pretty lit when they started this game but guys were all ego and they didn't like to get beat in a drinking game by little girls.

Lila looks over her shoulder around the bar. She was trying to move on, trying to find some sort of normalcy but she couldn't help but look for him... She had this silly fantasy that he would just walk into the door and see her and he would smirk and order her a jack and coke. It was silly, she knew this but it didn't take away from thinking about it.

She could see it plain as day in her head.

"What are you doing in a place like this?" He asks her having to lean in closely to be heard over the loud music.

"I've been waiting for you..."

And in some sense that is what she was always doing, waiting for him.

But he never shows up and so she ends up wasted fending off some creep who actually thought he stood a chance. He might have in a different universe but in this world it was always him and it always would be.

Lila finds herself kneeling over the toilet puking her guts up with his name ringing in her ears, like some sick twisted joke.

She hates this feeling in her chest – this overwhelming feeling that nothing was ever going to be okay again.

Why was it so crushing?

And no matter how much alcohol she drank she could not kill it.

As she picks herself up off the floor because lying there wasn't really an option. She was half considering calling Del to pick her up but she doesn't want to bother her. It was then that she realized that she was all on her own. It wasn't a revelation or epiphany she knew it the moment her mother took her last breath Lila knew that she was completely alone in this world.

And nothing made her more sad.

She's walking down the road because she knew she couldn't drive. It was sobering, the cool night air hitting her face and she was telling herself that everything was going to be okay and yeah she really didn't believe that it would be but she had to tell herself something to get through.

Headlights shine on her from down the road and she pauses only for a second because she thinks its him but that would be silly - this isn't a fucking fairytale and she had learned a very long time ago that they didn't exist.

But sure enough the big black impala stops right in front of her and she really thinks she is making it all up in her head for a second and then the door opens and he steps out - no wait - its not him its Sam. God he really was tall now it was crazy.

She didn't think, she didn't even take a breath she just threw her arms around him and let out a sigh of relief.

"What are you doing here?"

"We came to see you -" he says patting her back softly. "Why the heck are you walking down the road in the middle of the night?"

"I was out with some friends I had a couple of drinks and I didn't want to drive..." Lila pauses looking at the car she knew how Dean was about his car so seeing Sam driving it seemed kind of strange.

"Where is he?" she asks because it is still too painful to say his name out loud.

"Hmm?" he asks looking down at her.

"You said we..." her voice sounds small on it's way out.

"Oh." he looks back over his shoulder towards the car. "Dean's back at the motel..."

She nods, tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear.

"Let me give you a ride Lila."

She nods - walking around the other side of the car. It had been years since she sat in that passenger seat but it felt like it had only been yesterday. She touches the worn leather gingerly before she gets in, like shaking hands with an old friend. She missed the smell mostly - leather always reminded her of him.

"You really shouldn't be out here by yourself." Sam says as he shuts his door.

"I'm fine." she says, but her head was hurting pretty bad already and she was beginning to think that she had skipped right to her hangover when she feels that familiar feeling - something she thought was long fucking gone.

The faint pain behind her eyes gave it all away.

Fuck.

Was it a Winchester thing? Did they just bring them on inside her or was it something else - like they only happened when she was in danger?

And suddenly she isn't in the car anymore and she's looking up at Sam but its not really Sam, his kind, dark green eyes are two black pools staring down at her.

She's tied to a chair in the middle of the room, she's been gagged with an old bandanna and her head is pounding.

He - no it smirks at her. "You ready to play a little game?"

She's thrust back to the present, her hands are gripping the dashboard and she can feel the sweat pouring off of her.

Visions were like a bad acid trip and coming down from them was always hard.

"Pull over."

And she hears the sound of the doors locking.

"We're almost there." He says with a chuckle.

"Fucking pull over." and she is five seconds away from clawing its face to get out of the car. And she could kick herself because she is completely fucking vulnerable with absolutely nothing to defend herself with.

She looks over, and two black eyes are smiling at her. "I think you just need to relax,"

And he punches her right in the face.

She's too shocked to even react, but in that second she knows that it is no longer Sam Winchester in that car with her.

Then it catches her by her hair and knocks her head into the dashboard and everything goes blurry for a second.

Unsatisfied it brings her back one more time and she hears something crunch before it all goes black.

Waking up hurt.

Her ears were ringing and she felt like she was going to be sick. She was so sure that her nose was broken but that was the least of her problems. Her hands were tied behind the chair she was sitting in, along with her feet. Her vision is a little blurry as she looks around the small motel room.

It chuckles. "I was getting tired of waiting on you to wake up."

"Why are you doing this?" Her voice feels like rocks in her throat.

"Because I can." It gets up, pacing in front of her, its eyes boring into her for an uncomfortable amount of time. "I've been thinking – why haven't you and I ever..." It raises its eyebrows and smirks. "I mean you are – very nice to look at, even with your face all bruised up, sorry about that by the way. My plan was to drug you but you made that kind of impossible. What was that back there? A vision?"

"You sure do talk a lot."

It smiles at her. "Well you've been out for a while – I was bored."

"Your not Sam."

"Don't be so sure about that."

Lila coughs. "So what do you want with me? You trying to lure Dean here? You think I mean something to him?" She scoffs. "You picked the wrong girl buddy."

"No. He'll come. I am sure of it." It picks up a a large knife and twirls it around. "But until then what should we do to pass the time?"

She scoffs. "Fuck off."

"That's what I'm getting at here Lila, your

Lila looks away searching the room for anything she can possible get to. She's pretty sure that she can get the chair to break if she lands on it the right way and when she escaped from the ropes she needs something to defend herself with. But all she can see is the huge hunting knife in the things hands.

It leans in and draws its nose up her cheek, breathing in the smell of her. "Its a shame too – because you only have eyes for him – sad really because you will have to watch me kill him."

"Why? What do you gain from all of this?"

It shrugs. "That is a story for another time beautiful." It grabs a bandanna from its pocket and ties it around her mouth to keep her quiet. "Right now I just need you too look cute and helpless – he will eat it right up."

He hears someone banging on the door before he fully wakes up. The sound drumming through his brain along with his pulse. It all comes flooding back to him – Sam.

Sam was in trouble – he wasn't Sam.

That much was fucking obvious.

Dean opens the door, rubbing his temple softly. He felt a little nauseous and seeing the couple waiting for the room made it worse.

He bribes the manager to use a phone and turns on the GPS in Sam's phone and his worse fear is confirmed.

He doesn't think he breathes the whole way there – and he's trying to decide what hurts worse his head or his heart. He doesn't know how he let this happen. And yeah its his fault cause everything is his fault.

Right?

Because she was in danger because of him – again.

And It was beginning to become a pattern.

Was there any way he could keep this from happening? Could he really keep her safe? He wishes he could send her across the world with a clean slate and no memory of him. But stuff like that wasn't possible and even if he could find some way to do it he wasn't sure he could.

He knew that Lila would never be safe.

Simply because she knew him and because he cared about her she would always be in danger. She would always be something for them to use against him.

And he could never really keep her safe.

He tracks Sam's phone to a motel right outside of town, and once he sees the impala he knows he's at the right place. He just hopes that he isn't too late and he's thinking that he's gonna be sick as he debates on knocking the door down.

Then it just opens.

She's tied to a chair, looking up at with those big brown eyes and his chest falls – she's okay – for now at least.

"Not another step –" Sam says, stepping towards her with a huge hunting knife. "or I kill her."

"You don't have to do this Sammy."

He shakes his head – looking half crazy and he doesn't put anything past him at this point – but he knows that it isn't really Sam. He figured it out way before the thing had knocked him out. His brother wasn't a killer – darkness or not.

Sam was not evil.

"Come on Sam, put the knife down dammit."

He shakes his head, tears forming in his eyes. "I begged you to stop me Dean!" It hold the knife closer to her neck. "I can't control it, I feel like my head is on fire."

Lila's eyes flick towards his and she looks scared, more afraid than he thinks he has ever seen her before.

"Kill me or I'm gonna kill her! Please, you'll be doing me a favor."

Dean tries to swallow the lump in his throat.

"Shoot me!" It yells. "Shoot me!"

"No Sammy, just put the knife down.

"What the hell is wrong with you Dean?" He spits at him. "Are you that afraid to be alone that you'd let me kill Lila, the only person you ever loved?"

That one hurt – but what is it that they say about the truth?

It hurts.

"Just let her go, she has nothing to do with this."

"Oh." Sam – It shakes its head. "She has everything to do with this."

Dean lays his gun down, holding his hands up in mock defeat. "I'm not gonna shoot you Sam." And before the thing could even draw in a breath he pulls the flask full of holy water out of his pocket and tosses it on him.

It turns away with a hiss and the smoke from it's flesh burning rises around his brother's face. Seeing those black eyes broke him – because this could be thing the thing his father warned him about. And for a split second he wonders if that thing might really be his brother now. He flings more of it at him and takes a step back.

And before he can do anything else – it runs away.

His first instinct is to untie Lila and he can see the extent of her injuries as he cuts through the ropes on her hands. She scoffs, ripping the bandanna from her mouth and her eyes bore into him. "Cutting it a little close there."

He reaches to touch her face – wiping the blood from under her nose with his thumb. "I think its broken."

She turns away from him, grabbing the knife from the floor. "I think maybe you should be worried a little more about the demon inside your brother."

He nods, his eyes not meeting hers. Then without another word he's gone. He follows him out to the docks, there is an old boat garage that he notices has a broken window. Dean walks inside slowly, holding his gun out in front of him.

"So – who are you?"

"I've got lots of names." He hears him run behind one of the old boats.

"You've been in Sam since he disappered haven't you?"

It chuckles. "Should of seen your face when you thought he murdered that guy – pathetic."

He sighs. "Why didn't you just kill me? You had a dozen chances." He kneels behind one of the old boats and waits, trying to hear where its at.

"Where's the fun in that?" Its voice is somewhere far off. "You see this was a test, I wanted to see if I could push you far enough to waste Sam... Should of known you wouldn't of had the sack. But anyways – fun's over now."

"Well I hope you got your kicks. I'm gonna make sure you pay for this."

"How?" It laughs. "You can't hurt me, not without hurting your little brother..."

And there it was. The fucking thing had already won with that one. It was right, he wouldn't – couldn't hurt Sam. It's little test had proved that. Dean can hear it moving on the other side of one of the boats, and his heart it breaking in his chest as he looks down at the loaded gun in his hands, he can't shoot his brother.

Even if he is a black eyed son of a bitch now.

So he puts his gun in his jacket pocket and pulls the flask of holy water out of his jacket.

It was all he had now.

It pauses and its voice grows more menacing. "I think your gonna die Dean. You and every other hunter I can find. One look at Sam's dewy, sensitive eyes and they'll let me right in their doors."

He hears it make a run towards the door and he follows it, flask out in front of him, ready to take the damn thing down with what little he had left. But its quiet outside – too quiet.

And all he hears is a gun shot.