Spoilers: Everything that's aired and my own suspicions for Season 5

Warnings: Non-Con and Wincest in later chapters and I'm not particularly nice to Sam. Character Death.

Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Ruby (More to be annoiced in later chapters)

Notes: I've not written anything for about 4 months and I've never written Supernatural so just go with me on this. I'm not sure exactly where I'm going but I'm hoping the destination is good. Assumes that a relationship between Dean and Cas started during the first time jump.

Ruby's smirked widened as Sam began to lose control. Her demon blood washed through his body taking the last bits of Sam Winchester and perverting them. This would be the last time she'd have to do this; they finally had what they wanted. Sam Winchester was gone. In his place was a tool for the armies of hell and Lucifer himself.

Lilith smiled from the corner of the room and stepped out of hiding. The little girl crossed the room and stared at Sam. The demon blood was already making him strong again, his soul tarnished and weak but the demon in him strong.

Ruby passed Sam her knife with a small smile and kiss. Sam didn't need any words.

With one strong swoop he buried Ruby's knife hard into the heart of Lilith's vessel.

Almost immediately Lilith and her vessel began to convulse before black smoke poured from the little girl's mouth as Lilith was expelled from her body. Both Lilith and the little girl died right there by Sam's hand.

Ruby's smile widened even further as she chuckled.

The final Seal had been broken by the hand of the 'Boy Prince' and now Lucifer was free to roam.

1 year later

Castiel sat Dean up and checked over his injuries. For the most part they were superficial and would heal fine. He'd cracked a bone in his hand but that was nothing that Castiel couldn't fix if needs be.

Dean swallowed and looked around the room. The bodies of human's littered the room. Some were still alive, thanks to Castiel but other's had been killed. It had been the only way to stop the demons who'd been riding them but it didn't mean that Dean was happy about the fact that they were dead.

Castiel picked up Ruby's knife which Dean had dropped during the attack on him, and placed it in his pocket.

They'd managed to acquire Ruby's knife some months ago during a particularly disturbing battle involving Sam, Ruby and a legion of Demons.

Sam and Ruby managed to get away but not before Castiel got his hands on Ruby's Knife. He'd tried to stab her with it, rid Sam of the whore and maybe he'd start to find his way back to him and Dean, but Dean had been injured badly by his own brother and Castiel had no other option to get him out of there while they was still time.

They hadn't come across Sam since but they knew he was still out there. Hunters across the world had seen Sam, Hunter's had died at Sam's hand. Sam had led a lot of the major battles across the world in the name of Lucifer, The fall of the Great Wall of China, The battle on the Pyramids, The battle of Stonehenge. Just three of the major battles Sam had been victorious in. Not many Hunters had survived those battles. East Asia, Egypt, England, Brazil, Australia and most of Mainland Europe were already under Hell's control. The rest of Britain, Ireland, Southern Asia and the Middle East were currently losing their battles.

America, Russia, Canada, Most of Southern America and Africa were still under the control of the Hunters and Angels.

America was going to be the final battleground and many Hunters where already making their way across the world however they could. Dean had seen the number of Hunters increasing rapidly in the last year. A lot were new Hunters who didn't have the experience or knowhow but were willing to fight against Hell for their lives. People who had fought against each other in the past were now united, standing shoulder to shoulder and dying in the name of their world.

Dean heard the rustle of feathers and the next thing he knew he was sitting on his motel bed, Castiel at his side taking care of a few of the open wounds. Dean had told Castiel not to heal ever damn cut he picked up. Healing took a lot of energy. Energy that Castiel just didn't have to spare. He was fighting alongside Dean as well as alongside his own brothers. Castiel was usually in one battle or another and he didn't have anything else he could give.

Castiel finished cleaning Dean's final wound and smiled.

"Are you completely sure you don't wish me to heal your hand?"

Dean flexed his hand, wincing slightly at the pain which scorched through it. It would be easier to let Castiel heal it but he knew that, for Castiel's own wellbeing, he didn't want the healing hands of his angel.

"It's fine Cas, couple of days and it'll be back to normal."

Castiel nodded and took Dean's uninjured hand in his kissing it lightly.

"Will you be okay alone? I am being called by the Garrison."

Dean nodded and leant forward to kiss Castiel gently.

"I'm fine, go."

Castiel nodded before digging in his pocket and placing Ruby's Knife on the table next to the bed. Dean nodded at him with thanks and with another rustle of feathers Castiel had gone to fight another battle.

Dean slid down into the bed and closed his eyes. Dean rarely slept without Castiel there to control his dreams. At first Dean had thought that sleeping with the Angel was going to get him an express pass to Hell but it appeared that Heaven were willing to let one or two things slide during this war. Castiel had told him that apparently Heaven were going to put their fingers in their ears and go 'la la la' and pretend it wasn't happening since he and Dean were important components in this war and survival of the human race rested on Dean's shoulders. Dean didn't know what would happen to he and Castiel once the war was over but what he did know is that Heaven wouldn't punish them.

If they lost the war, they were dead anyway and if they won the war then Heaven would have some major thanking to do. Either way, he and Castiel were covered.

Dean tried to relax the best he could. He needed to rest otherwise he was going to be useless but sometimes when he closed his eyes, all he could see was his baby brother. His baby brother was killing humans. Women, children, fellow Hunters. Dean knew that it wasn't all Sam. It was that damn Demon blood which he'd found out about a little too late but still; it was all being done by Sam hand. If Sam ever came out of this then that was going to haunt him forever.

Dean's phone began to ring, breaking him out of his thoughts. Sighing Dean picked up the phone and was about to answer when a voice came through at the other end.

"Dean, Honey. It's Ellen. We got a problem up here in Nebraska. We sure could use you."

Ellen was short, sweet and straight to the point. Dean nodded and listened to what else Ellen had to say before replying.

"I'm down in Colorado so I should be there within Six hours."

"Can't the Angel bring you?"

Dean shook his head and sighed. Did everyone have to know about Castiel? Everyone knowing Dean had an Angel perched on his shoulder could be a dangerous thing, but then again everyone knew Angel's were already in the war, what did it matter if they also knew Dean had his own personal Angel?

"He's been called away by the Garrison, some sort of battle. I'll be there as soon as I can. Just hold down the fort. See you soon."

Dean closed his phone and reluctantly left the bed. He grabbed his things, checked his weapons and the Impala and headed up to Nebraska.

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TBC...