Chapter 1

Coming back from a long, stressful day at Stanford's pre-law course, Sam smiled tiredly as he opened the door to his and Jess's apartment. Sam had never really had a home like this when he was hunting with his father and Dean. Sure, the Impala was always there, but it was nothing compared to this. Being able to have a place that you lived, somewhere stable without the worries and fears that comes with hunting. Living here with Jess these past few months has filled Sam with a feeling that he only had ever dreamed of having. A simple happiness and love. Sam barely regrets leaving hunting, the only reason being that he felt a slight emptiness ever now and then due to the absence of his big brother. But even though he did miss Dean, their father had basically thrown Sam out the door and locked it closed behind him, all while Dean just stood there and did nothing to stop it. If only Dean had come with him to Stanford, but Sam couldn't ask that of him. Sam couldn't make Dean choose between their Dad and him. With a gentle sigh, Sam pushed these thoughts from his mind and entered his home.

"Jess, I'm home," Sam called out, flicking the switch on the wall and illuminating the previously dark room. It was strange that the lights were off, Jess usually turned them all on once she got back from her classes. "Are you here? Jess?"

Sam walked to their bedroom, which was dark as well. Shrugging off the nagging feeling in the back of his mind, Sam figured that Jess was probably just out with some friends. But upon hearing a small noise behind him, Sam whirled around, grabbing the small knife he kept on him at all times and bringing it out in front of him, taking a defensive stance, as his hunter instincts went berserk. It took Sam a moment to register the scene before him, but when his mind caught up he nearly dropped his blade out of shock.

There was Jess, in all of her youthful beauty, being roughly restrained by a man wearing a malicious grin on his face. "Hey there, Sammy-boy!" His voice sent shivers down Sam's spine. "Remember me?" The man's hold on Jess tightened as she struggled uselessly to free herself from his arms, the strength of his grip making her release a small whimper.

"Let her go!" Sam bellowed, his voice shaking from barely restrained fear and fury.

"Tsk Tsk, I guess you don't recognize me after all. Maybe this will help," the man's grin widened as his eyes flashed a sickening yellow.

Sam gasped aloud in shock, gripping his knife so hard that his knuckles turned white, as if it were the only thing grounding him at the moment. Sadly, Sam realized that his blade would be no good against the demon. His eyes darted around, searching for anything that would help him, even though there knew that there would be nothing. For a second his gaze lingered on his cell, entertaining the idea of calling Dean for a second before accepting that his brother would be too far away to get there in time to help him, and even if by some means he did arrive in time, Dean wouldn't have any weapon that would hurt the demon anyways. Returning his gaze to those sickly yellow eyes, Sam stared defiantly at the demon.

"What do you want from me you bastard?" Sam questioned as he caught Jessica's panicking eyes, trying to soothe her fears in any way he could, even though it did little to help them at the moment.

"No need to be unfriendly Sammy-boy. I just want to be your friend, your partner even. You can even call me by my name." At Sam's raised eyebrow, the demon continued. "My name isn't actually Yellow Eyes, you know. As a show of comradeship and faith in you, you can call me Azazel."

"Well just so you know, Azazel," Sam spat out the name as if it left a bad taste in his mouth. "I'll never be a friend or partner of yours! You murdered my mom, you sick-"

"The same thing will happen to poor, sweet Jess here if you don't do what I say." Azazel interrupted, his grip tightening even more around Jess, causing pain to flash across her face.

But Jess was made of tougher stuff than that, and she called out to Sam with strong resolve in her voice; "No Sam! Don't listen to him, he'll just kill us both anyways!"

"I don't want to kill you Sam, I want your help. Nobody has to get hurt. All you have to do is willingly come with me." Said Azazel, staring intensely at Sam.

Even though Jess's words rang with some truth, Sam knew that the demon wouldn't hesitate to kill Jess, and Sam would not let that happen. Sam heaved a heavy sigh, and let his knife slip from his grasp, falling heavily to the floor. He then raised his hands in surrender, voice downtrodden with defeat as he said to Azazel "If you let her go, I'll come with you."

Azazel's grin widened and his sickening yellow eyes gleamed nastily. He shoved jess roughly to the other side of the room, and stalked leisurely across the bedroom to Sam. "You know, I'm kinda disappointed in you Sammy. Giving up so easily, I expected more from you."

"Don't call me Sammy," Sam growled and pulled bitch face #27 as Azazel grabbed Sam's arms and pulled out a pair of metal handcuffs engraved with strange ruins and symbols, clasping them tightly around Sam's wrists behind his back.

"Maybe it's just your lovely girlfriend here who is the cause of your weakness. Well, we simply just can't have that." Sam's face paled as the demon turned away from him and towards the blonde woman who was standing across the room. Raising an arm towards her, Jess flew to the ceiling above them, unable to even struggle as Azazel held her there.

"Stop! You said you wouldn't hurt her!" Sam yelled as he too was thrown back, pinned against the wall, useless and unable to save his love.

"Demons lie Sammy-boy, I think that you would have learned that by now. How are you supposed to lead my army when your thoughts are focuses on her? This is simply a sacrifice for the greater good," the demon chuckled darkly, "Well, my greater good."

And with that a large slash cut across Jess's abdomen. Sam's scream for her were drowned out by the roaring of the fire that engulfed her and quickly spread through the rest of apartment. After a minute or so of one of the most traumatizing memories Sam would ever have, Azazel firmly grasped Sam's forearm.

"Come on Sammy-boy, we got work to do," and with that the still screaming Sam and smirking demon disappeared from the burning apartment that Sam had called home.

Well guys, what do you think? This is my first attempt ever at a Fanfiction, so I hope that you liked it. Please review, even if it's as simple as; hey, I liked your story, good job! The story is really gonna pick up after the next chapter, so stay tuned for the major plot twist that makes this story really an AU. Thanks for reading, luv y'all! ;P