Sam took a breath and sat up, confused. The vamps. He was dead.

"Hiya, Sammy."

Sam turned slowly around to see Lucifer. "Did you bring me back?" he asked in utter confusion. Sam reached up and felt his neck. "Did you put a collar on me?" He tried to take it off. He couldn't.

"Yes to both questions."

"Why?"

"Because I need your soul," Lucifer answered.

"What?" Sam asked. Was he going to be walking around soulless again?

Lucifer walked over and stuck his hand into SAm, touching his soul, feeding off of it the way only angels can. He smiled, also getting perverse pleasure out of hearing Sam screams. He closed his eyes, remembering all the little details of how his plan was coming together.

1972

"Lucifer!"

Lucifer had been sitting in the cage, completley isolated for millennia. 100 times millennia. He heard Azazel calling him. One of his princes. His most loyal prince.

"My son," he answered him.

He listened as the moron talked about how he would break him out of jail. Really? If he were so great why hadn't he done it already? NO, there were only a few demons he could really count on. He knew that.

"Lillith," he said. The name of his first, favorite, and best. She knew the plan. Had known it from the very beginning. He hadn't been able to speak to her since he had been locked in this cage, nearly 2,000 earth years ago. But, he knew he had control of her that would surpass time and distance.

"Lillith?" Azazel repeated in disgust. Lucifer knew there was no love lost between those two. "But, she's deep in the pit."

"Lillith can get me out," Lucifer repeated more firmly.

"OK, OK," Azazel said, and Lucifer knew that he would do it. After all, Azazel worhsipped him. "But what do I do?" he was whining.

"Find me a special child," Lucifer said. He then went on to explain about the Winchesters and the Campbells. He left out the part about the angels arranging a match. Added in some BS about a big demon army. Only Lillith could know the whole plan. She would dole out what bits and pieces she deemed necessary to who she could trust. Azazel trusted only Lillith.

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2007

Lillith felt the wind for the first time in she didn't know how long. The devil's gate was open. She had to get out of it. It was starting. She had to break the seals to let Lucifer out. Lucifer would rule the world. Worlds really. People had no idea that there were so many more dimensions out there than this one. And, Lucifer would rule them all.

The other demons made way for her. They didn't know exactly what was going on, but they knew that Lillith had been given the task of setting Lucifer free. That was all Azazel had told them. But, it was enough. Lucifer had to break free.

When LIllith was out, she took a deep breath. She had to find Crowley. He had been topside for years. He was her right hand man and the key to accomplishing all her goals.

Present time

Lucifer withdrew his hand out of Sam and watched as Sam fell back exhausted. "Now are you going to kill me again?" he asked, almost hopefully. He was sick of always dying and coming back to life. It was getting ridiculous if you thought about it. Actually, it was ridiculous even if you gave it no thought.

"No, Sam. I'm going to have to continue to feed off of you. At least until I accomplish my goal."

Sam didn't think he wanted to know what Lucifer's goal. And, didn't think he'd tell him if he asked anyway, so he didn't bother. "Why not just use someone else's soul?" he asked, genuinely curious. "There's nothing special about mine."

"That's where you're wrong, Sammy. Maybe sometime I'll tell you how wrong you are."

Sam wrinkled his brow in confusion. Lucifer disappeared.

Sam got unsteadily to his feet and headed towards the edge of the "room" or whatever you would call a tunneled out section of a tunnel. When he got to the edge he hit something. There was nothing there, though. Lucifer must have put up an invisible force field. Sam curled up to get some sleep. he had to have his strenght and wits about him when Lucifer came back.

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2008

"Lillith, I'd like you to meet someone I've recruited for our little project," Crowley said.

Lillith didn't trust this recruit. Didn't like him. Felt nothing but utter contempt. OK, and some fear, if she were honest with herself.

"This is Castiel," Crowley continued.

"What has Crowley told you?" she asked the angel.

"he told me that Lucifer is going to rule the universe. It will take years. I will have to be a double agent. A triple agent even. And I will have to be very, very convincing. Everything will depend on the Winchesters believing I'm their ally. It will be difficult, because all the while I will have to act like I'm finding Lucifer and the demons, while actually fighting the angels and keep the Winchesters in the dark."

"What about pulling dean Winchester out. He's broken the first seal?"

"I've leaked the information about the first seal. I've received orders to rescue him. I was just waiting on confirmation from you that the seal had been broken and I can go ahead."

Lillith nodded. She hated trusting an angel. Especially one as devious as this one would have to be to pull this off, but there was no other choice. The angel disappeared at her nod and Lillith turned to Crowley.

"How's Ruby doing?" he asked. As far as he was concerned she was the weakest point of the whole plan. They had had to pick a demon who was not only manipulative, but soft. All demons were manipulative. But soft ones were rare and not reliable.

"Sam's been drinking blood since about two weeks after Dean's death. Everything is really coming together."

Crowley nodded. He was sensing hesitation on Lillith's part. She would have to be closely watched.

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Present day

Lucifer winged into the rebel camp. Right in front of Dean just to be annoying.

"What do you want?" Dean asked. His heart wasn't in it. Sam was dead.

"I'm here for my son," Lucifer answered.

"Never," Jack said. "I'm not going with you."

Dean stepped protectively in front of Jack. Lucifer easily flung him aside, put his hand on Jack and they both disappeared.

"JACK!" Castiel yelled, trying to sound convincing. He was so utterly sick of Dean. "I'm going after them. Everybody else stay here," he said and ran off. He knew under ordinary circumstances Dean would try to follow him. He didn't think he would now, with Sam "dead" and Mary needing protection.

"What do we do now?" Mary asked Dean.

Dean shook his head. He had no idea. Should they stay. Should they go back. Not only didn't he know. He didn't care.

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