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This story is a sequel to the story My Vision - Flesh and Blood . If you haven't done so already, please read the first story as you might not understand things happening in this story. Thank you!

Things were quiet in the bunker. Sam as always was sitting in the library, his laptop in front of him and a bunch of books scattered all around. It has been a week since they've lost MJ, since AWMichael disappeared without a trace. Sam was still trying to find a way to get her back. After all, she was his daughter, she was family.

Cass enters the library and looks at Sam with compassion and worry in his eyes. Cass never thought he could care, he could feel like this about any human. But his time with the Winchesters changed him. Made him more understanding. Made him realize why God loved the humans so much. He walks over to him

"Anything?"

Sam shakes his head with a slight frown on his face. Cass sighs "Sam, I really don't think there is a way. She technically didn't die. She disappeared, faded is as if she never existed."

"She existed, Cass! She was real!" Sam shouted at him, making Cass flinch. Sam sighs. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"It's ok. I understand. I just wish there was something I could do."

Sam nods at him. He knew Cass would help if he could. But there was nothing. Sam couldn't think of anything. He thought he might try to make a deal, on a crossroads, but he didn't think demons had that power. Not for something as complicated as this.

"Someone summoned me?" Zepar appears in front of them.

Cass looks at Sam with a disapproving look. Sam looks back at him and says "I didn't."

"I am just joking." Zepar says. Cass frowns at him "What do you want?"

"I certainly hope you haven't forgotten about our deal?"

Sam sighs "No, just..."

"I know. You've experienced loss, I understand."

Cass charges at him and grabs him by the colar, clearly pissed of "How could you possibly understand?"

Zepar sighs "Feelings. I have feelings."

Sam comes closer and frowns at him with slight curiosity on his face "How?"

Cass releases the grip. Zep fixes his collar and sighs. "Alastair. Remember him?"

Sam nods and Zep continued "He was the master at torture. But after a while he got bored with his usual tricks so he started experimenting. I was the first and only subject to his human-blood tests."

"He cured you?"

"No, not completely. I don't know what he was doing exactly, what ingredients he mixed up, being chained down and wore out, but whatever he did, made me this way permanently."

Sam nods a bit baffled by his story. But at least that explains the behaviour of this demon, he thought.

Zep straightens his suit as if he was whipping away angel dust of him "Anyway, my sad sob story aside, I came because we have a lead on Nick."

"A lead?" Cass asks.

"Yes. He is currently at an abandoned mill in Delaware."

"How do you know that?"

"Because he is at the moment torturing another one of my... another demon."

Dean stood in front of the library listening in on the conversation. Ever since Kansas City he only went out of his room to get food and beer. He was passing through getting himself a sandwich when he heard the conversation, so he stopped and listened in.

When he heard enough he came past the door, sizing them all up. Then he just shook his head and walked away.

Sam yelled after him "Dean! Dean, wait!"

But Dean wouldn't stop. He didn't want anything to do with this. He didn't want anything to do with anything anymore. He was just tired. Tired of the whole life-style.

Sam sighs. He tried so many times to get his brother out of his room, get him on a hunt, anything. But nothing worked. He could feel Dean slowly slipping. Slipping away, not caring about a thing.

"Ok, let's go."

"Ough, I can't go, sorry." Zep replies and vanishes.

Cass shakes his head and frowns thinking Typical. Sam looks at him and Cass nods. He sets his hand on Sam's shoulder and they disappear with a sound of flapping wings.

The paper mill stood on the banks of the Brandywine River. It was closed off. A part of the mill was transformed into a textile factory in the early 1800.

Sam and Cass appear in a big room that used to hold the sewing machines. Now all that was left were some holes in the ground, bolts scattered around, old rolls of cloth in corners of the room. There was trash, leaves and boards scattered everywhere.

They could hear noises coming from a room on their right. They enter to see a man chained up on a chair, face bloody and bruised. Underneath him was a devil's trap. They look around but see no sign of Nick. The man, or better said the demon in the chair moves his head, looking at the newcomers. "Sam to my resque. Well I'll be damned. No, wait, I already am." He starts laughing.

Sam goes to him "Where is he? Where is Nick?"

"Wondered off, I guess. I don't know. He kept asking me about Abraxas, but I kept telling him I don't know where he is. And I don't."

"Abraxas? Why?"

"Abraxas killed his family. Lucifer's orders."

Sam understood. He understood the rage behind Nick's actions. But nevertheless they had to bring him in. He wasn't just killing demons, he was killing humans too. Leaving a trail of dead bodies all throughout Delaware. He was their responsibility.

Sam was about to release the demon when Nick came running in, charging at Sam with an angel blade. Cass tackled him and took the blade out of his hands. Sam broke the devils trap and shouted "Go!". The demon smoked out.

Nick shouted "No!" and then dropped to his knees. He looked at Sam with tears in his eyes but anger on his face "Why? Why would you do that?"