Hi guys! I was watching the first part of the season finale and decided that this had to be written. Sorry the first chapter is so short, but I wanted to get it started. This is my first Supernatural fanfiction, so please leave a comment with some constructive criticism (or something nice)! Enjoy :)

"You come back."

Those were Dean's last words to Sam before he went to fight the British Men of Letters. Sam had promised that he would, but now he's not so sure it's a promise he can keep.

Sam and Jody were standing in the Men of Letter's office, guns trained on Dr. Hess. Sam was trying to wrap his head around the information he just received. Lucifer couldn't be back. They had beaten him- twice. Sam didn't think he was strong enough to face him a third time. It had been years since he was in the cage, but the memories were always there. His skin being sliced off piece by piece. The smell of his own organs burning. His limbs being ripped off of his body before he was put back together just so the devil could start over. Every time he heard Lucifer's name the memories threatened to overwhelm him, so it was understandable that he was not too eager to see the angel again.

Sam was startled out of his thoughts when Jody cleared her throat. They were waiting for his answer.

"Pass." He said. They had beaten the devil before, they could do it again without the help of manipulative assholes.

"I would reconsider that if I were you Mr. Winchester." Came the voice from the computer. "We have the entire facility rigged with explosives that we will not hesitate to detonate shall you refuse to comply."

"You sure know how to sweet talk a guy. We'll take our chances, thanks." With that, Sam placed a well aimed bullet into the screen, shattering it and sending pieces of glass in every direction. He was too distracted by the flying shrapnel to notice Dr. Hess pulling out her own gun. He heard two shots go off simultaneously and felt one of the bullets sink into his shoulder at the same time he saw Dr. Hess drop like a sack of potatoes.

"Son of a bitch!" Sam gasped and looked over to Jody, who was already moving.

"Sam? You okay?" She looked him over and he saw her eyes hesitate on the injury, assessing the situation. "We'll take a look at that shoulder later, but if that British bastard was telling the truth, we need to go. Now." As she was speaking every light in the facility went off, save for the low emergency lighting. They could hear the doors begin locking themselves.

Sam paused for only a second before taking off down the hall, Jody hot on his heels. "How do we get out of here? This place is like a maze!"

"Take a right up there." Jody called. Sam stumbled as he felt the rumbling of the building under his feet as the first of the explosions went off somewhere in the building. He slid around the corner and turned around just in time to see the ceiling cave in behind him.

"JODY!" Sam coughed, inhaling the debris from the crash. "Jody can you hear me?"

"Sam?" He heard faintly. "Honey, I'm okay but I can't go through this way. Keep looking for a way out. I'll be fine!"

"I'm not leaving you back there." Sam yelled back, pushing against the rubble. Sharp pain shot through his body from the bullet wound and he cried out, falling to his knees. He held his arm and focused on breathing through his nose while the pain passed.

Sam punched the floor with his good arm once the pain died down to a dull throbbing. "Dammit! Okay Jody, find a safe place to hide. I'm going to try and stop the explosions."

Sam stood up shakily and began running again as fast as his injured body could take him, wondering for the first time what happened to the other hunters. He heard another explosion coming from ahead of him. Not wanting the ceiling to collapse on him again, he turned on his heels and ran the other way.

At this point Sam was at a loss for what to do. He had no idea where the bombs were and he doubted he could stop them even if he did. He decided finding a way out was better than nothing. He ran from corridor to corridor, trying every door handle he could find, but none of them would budge. When he reached a dead end he realized he was trapped. Well and truly trapped. Panic gripped him and his chest began tightening. Memories of the cage threatened to take up space in the forefront of his mind, but he pushed them down. He had to focus.

As he was deciding on a plan of action, he started feeling dizzy from the blood loss in his arm and the blood loss, coupled with the fact that the air was now more debris than it was oxygen, caused his vision to tunnel. Sam had fainted enough times in his life to know that he was going to pass out, but he pushed through nonetheless, because that's what Winchesters do. He stumbled down the hallway the way he came, but he didn't make it far before he was knocked off his feet when the final explosion detonated and everything went black.