Dislaimer: These fics are based on real episodes from Supernatural. The characters and plots belong to the creator and writers for the show. If you want background on the new character you can read the previous episodes.

Authors Note: I am not skipping Jump the Shark or The Rapture and I apologize again for the delay. I got about half way through Jump the Shark when my work was, well, stolen. My home was broken into on New Year's Eve and they stole my laptop, and in it my Supernatural Season 4 disc containing those episodes. When I get a hold of these episodes again, I will go back and write them.

When the Levee Breaks

"Please stop, oh God…help!" Sam's screams echoed up through the hallway.

Dean looked at Kayla, who still had tear tracks on her face from his last outburst. "He's just hallucinating."

"I can't." She cringed as another plea came from the basement. "I can't take this anymore."

"Kayla." Dean called after her as she went towards the stairs.

"I won't let him out." She shot back as she made her way to Bobby's panic room. Sam's agonized cry rang out again and she picked up her pace.

First she opened the slot; Sam was lying on the cot in the center of the room, his eyes squeezed shut and arms spread to either side. An average person would say it resembled the crucifixion. To those who had been privileged enough to endure unspeakable horrors, it looked like a torture rack. Sam gasped out writhed in pain from an unseen source.

"Sam?" Kayla slid the iron latch and turned the archaic looking dial to pull open the door. "Sam it's okay." He strained away from her when she touched his face and she gave his shoulders a firm shake.

"Alastair!" His eyes jerked open as he sat up.

"No, you're okay. You're hallucinating."

To verify, Sam looked himself over, not finding any of the wounds he'd imagined.

Kayla poured him a glass of water and sat next to him on the cot. "Are you okay? You look awful."

"Thanks." She was probably right though, hell, he felt awful. He downed the glass; it had little effect on his thirst.

"What can I do?"

He ran his hands over his face. "Convince Dean this whole thing is ridiculous."

She took a breath and looked him over; she had to choose her words, the last thing she wanted was a fight. "Can you just explain it to me?"

Sam sighed. He'd explained it a hundred times. "The demon blood is enhancing my psychic abilities, making it easier to kill demons."

"And more powerful ones. Like Alastair."

"Like Lilith." He corrected. "Alastair was just a bonus."

"Sam I don't know how long you've been…doing the blood thing, but before, it wouldn't do this to you. It would make you weaker, but never like this."

"I usually don't go this long without."

"This is a wicked withdrawal, you have to see that. Anything that does this to your body, to your mind…"

"This isn't the time for morals! Yeah, obviously if it was good for me it wouldn't mess me up like this but let's save the rehab for after Lilith's funeral huh?" The intensity of his argument made his head throb and he groaned loudly while rubbing his temples.

She hated seeing him like this, hated seeing him in pain. His complexion had turned into a sickly pale with his veins exposed just beneath the surface. His body was covered in a cold sweat and his eyes were red and showed exhaustion. Maybe she should talk to Dean.

"Please do." He responded to her thoughts.

They both knew it wouldn't do any good. "I'll do what I can."

"No. Not everything you can." He glanced to the door that was hanging open.

"Sam…"

"I wouldn't," he grimaced and reigned in his anger. It was the withdrawal talking. "I wouldn't do that, to you." He emphasized, because he would do it to Dean. She should know Sam wouldn't put the blame on her for letting him out.

Upstairs, Dean was polishing off another shot as Bobby pulled more reports from his computer. Sam had quieted for now, no doubt due to Kayla. It was probably better that way; in her eyes Sam could do no wrong. Apparently no one could do any freaking wrong.

"Good news?" Dean shook his mind of his brother for a moment.

"Far from it." He handed him a sheet of paper. "The demonic omen maps are lighting up."

"Ten species in Key West go extinct." He read.

"And that ain't all, Alaska too. Fifteen man fishing crew struck blind with no known cause. Then in New York; teacher locks the doors and kills exactly sixty six kids."

"The world's coming to an end."

"Well I've been researching, they're seals and lots of them. They're breaking one after another."

Dean shook his head. "And where the hell are the angels?"

Bobby shrugged and looked at him, getting a feel for his demeanor before he spoke. "I was wondering, with the apocalypse all nigh and all, is now really the time to be having this little domestic drama of ours?"

He stopped. "What do you mean?"

"I don't like this anymore than you do." Dean was waiting for the bomb to drop. "Sam can kill demons. He's got a shot at stopping Armageddon."

"So what, sacrifice Sam's like, his soul for the greater good? Is that what you're saying? Times are bad so let's use Sam as a nuclear war head?"

"I hate me for suggesting it, I love that boy like a son. But maybe he's here instead of on the battlefield. 'Cause we love him too much."

Dean heard the movement and glanced behind him to see Kayla leaned in the doorway. He already knew her opinion on the matter; unlock the door and let the kid loose. She was as disgusted by the sight of Sam drinking blood as Dean was, but not affected enough by it to agree to the lockdown. With a quiet sigh he motioned her outside.