A/N: Here is the first chapter in the second half I promised!! This sequel is much more intense, and the twists would make 'Lost' jealous. I just hope these ones are not to far out there. They are mostly for my own pleasure and to help the story line along. Not to mess with what Eric Kripke intends. I recommend that you read the first half if you haven't before delving into this part. It will help you immensely. I think, if anyone wants me to, I will make this into a series. After you all read this, please feel free to e-mail or leave a review letting me know what you think. I think that what I have added to this part would definitely make room for more sequels.

In this story, there will be a lot of tense moments, a lot of violence. Also there is quite a bit of vulgarity. I hate using it, even though I do do it. (I said dodo, hehe) It does tend to debase the storyline quite a bit, but sometimes with certain characters, you have to use it. You wouldn't make Tony Soprano say: "I'm gonna kill that stinking guy." Nah, he'd say: "I'm gonna wack that fucking googootz." So sometimes a little swearing is needed. Anyway, be prepared for some serious action and such. Hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I would like to say thank you to Eric Kripke, Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, and James Beaver for giving me something to work with. Their wonderful writing and acting abilities have let me run wild in these last two stories, and without them I would have nothing to do. Also to Peter Johnson, Matthew Dow Smith, JD Mettler, Greg Thompson, Kristy Quinn, Ben Abernathy, Tim Sale, Dave Stewart and Sonia Borris. These people worked hard on their amazing new supernatural comic. This being where an idea was used in one chapter, that helped the story along. I pray that wasn't a bad thing, it simply helped things along. So once again, thank you to all the people who made Supernatural and Supernatural Origins possible.

"Satan's wrath is the only choice, his still born army is impeccable" Avoid the Light - Pantera

An excerpt from the song "The Kinslayer" by Nightwish

"Facing this unbearable fear like meeting an old friend"
"Time to die, poor mates, You made me what I am!"

"In this world of a million religions everyone prays the same way"
"Your praying is in vain It'll all be over soon"
"Father help me, save me a place by your side!"
"There is no god Our creed is but for ourselves"

"Not a hero unless you die Our species eat the wounded ones"

"Drunk with the blood of your victims
I do feel your pity-wanting pain,
Lust for fame, a deadly game"

"Run away with your impeccable kin!"

"- Good wombs hath borne bad sons..."

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Richards led Dean down the lonely hallway. It was extremely quiet, and to Dean, it seemed staged, almost fake. Something was up, and he did not like it. Beyond them was a lone metal door, and as they reached it, Richards took out his keys and opened it. It creaked loudly, then slammed behind them. In front of them lay another small hallway. The walls were a pale green and some of the paint was chipped and falling to the cheap tile flooring. Dean was feeling uneasy about this, yet Richards never said a word.

Ahead of them was a wooden door, and Dean knew this one well, and he stumbled in Richards' grasp. The guard chuckled, and thrust Dean forward hard. He struggled more, but it was futile. Richards pulled open the door, and Dean saw the chair sitting all by itself in the middle of the room. He could feel a scream looming in his throat, but it sat there, heavy as a stone.

Richards placed Dean in the chair, strapping him in. Dean yanked at the straps, grunting as Richards' laughter bounced around in the otherwise empty room. Dean felt as if something were terribly wrong, as if he what had happened before, with Sammy making the deal was a lie, and this was real. He was really going to die, and at the hands of a lunatic night guard. Talk about irony.

Richards disappeared into a small room to Dean's left, slamming a door behind him. All the lights went on at once, making Dean shut his eyes against the glare. A moment passed, and then Dean felt a cold touch on his arm. He shuttered, then opened one eye. The lights were still too bright to open it all the way, but what he saw made him close it again.

Standing to his left was the priest, but instead of the gentle face from before, it was Richards, a sneer on his already evil face, making him look like the devil himself. He chuckled as Dean snapped his eye closed, and the sound was tinny and stayed in Dean's ear for the longest time, as if someone had played a tuning fork to close to his earlobe.

"Oh my child, for your sins, I have been sent to absolve them . . . " The voice did not belong to the man he knew. It was darker, more vile. 'Richards' leaned in closer, so close Dean could feel the man's hot breath on his neck. It burned.

"But Dean," Dean could sense that 'Richards' was smiling, and he did not like it. "There is no absolution where you are going!" He laughed so loud, Dean was sure his ears were about to bleed, then he was gone.

The lights dimmed a moment, then were extremely bright against Dean's closed eyes. He heard a faint click, then felt pain like nothing before. It was not anywhere near like the shock from the interaction with the Rawhead. It was even worse than he thought he had felt before. Dean screamed loudly . . .

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"Hey Nancy!" Dean's cell mate tossed a pillow at his head. It slammed into Dean's back then hit the floor. Dean ceased screaming, but his heart was still beating hard. He glanced at the man across the small cell. He looked pissed.

"Knock off the air raid siren. Some of us really do want to sleep!" He rolled his eyes, then turned back to the cement wall, groaning. Dean fell back to his own cot, happy to still be alive. He turned to his own wall, about to go back to sleep, when he heard his mate grunt.

"Hey pretty boy . . . " He was sitting up in his bed, glaring at Dean. Dean turned slowly, waiting for the larger man to do something.

"Toss me back my pillow. You don't expect me to sleep on this hard ass cot without some form of comfort, do ya?" He continued to glare at Dean as he threw the pillow back at him. He caught it, then turned back around, mumbling something about fairies and wishing he'd take flight already.

Dean ignored the man's comment, and just lay on his back, staring at the ceiling.