Chapter 2 – Flesh From Bone

As the cell phone snapped shut, Bobby regretted everything he had just said in those few fleeting moments. The boys were states away from where he was, but that didn't save them from what he feared was about to go down. There had been no choice and no turning back. The boys were heading for trouble and there was no way he could save them or even clue them in to what was going on.

Dean…Sam…I'm sorry.

Demons crawled around his hideout like they owned the place. Every trap and everything he had used to make sure the place was demon proof didn't mean a damn thing any more. It was as if Hell itself opened beneath him and let the worst of the worst out. Seven demons surrounded him and watched as he hung by his wrists from the ceiling. Rusted chain was cutting through his wrists, blood slowly trickling down his arms. Even as he hung limply there, his keen hunter's instincts were scouring the darkness that surrounded him. The only thing illuminating the room was the fire in the hearth. Nothing but shadows danced along the walls. Bobby knew that something deadly was lurking in the darkness. Demons just didn't bow and take orders from just anyone. Usually they were independent, but these seven weren't. They were more like puppets with a master they served.

"Why doesn't your boss come out to play?"

"Because you've been a very bad boy…Mr. Singer."

The child-like voice traveled to him through the darkness, chilling him to the very core. He felt himself shake as he watched a figure slowly begin to emerge from the shadows and blackness of the night. Out of the black came a figure he hadn't thought he'd ever see again. He tugged firmly on the chain, trying to free himself of his binds but it was of no use. No matter how much he tried to leave, she would hold him there until her bidding was done.

"Abby?" he asked, hoping for the answer he so needed to hear. The woman's name wouldn't matter much now, but there was still some lingering hope it would.

A wicked grin spread across the young woman's lips as she solemnly shook her head. "She's no longer here. Pity, she was fun to torture when she was."

"What did you do to her?!"

"I sent her far…far away, much like I should with you." She took a commanding step toward him as she peered up at Bobby with a curious stare. "But I think I might have a change of heart for you. I think I might like to have a little fun with you before I go."

Bobby's gasp was louder than he has expected as he watched the young woman's eyes turn pure white. It was in that moment he knew who he was dealing with and it wasn't a good sign. While his mind scrolled through the tricks and other useful solutions he usually had, Bobby couldn't find one to save him from the demon spawn that was wreaking havoc upon the world.

"I thought you liked to torture children."

"Let me let you in on a little secret." Her lips brushed against his ear and he grimaced from the touch. "Everyone has to grow up some time. Besides…I like the new body."

Her hips swayed as she sauntered away, giving Bobby some time to breathe and think. If Lilith had some how invaded an older woman's body, it only meant that Dean and Sam were in a great amount of danger. Sam had let him know that Ruby's body had been taken over by Lilith right before Dean had been ripped to shreds by the Hellhounds. But it was rare for a demon that enjoyed being like a child, who enjoyed putting people through enormous amounts of pain before sending them to the bowels of Hell, to just suddenly have a change of heart about who and what she was. What was Lilith up to now?

"Don't try to figure out what I'm up to, Mr. Singer. My game plan will be enacted in due time. After all, you've already sent the boys exactly where I want them. There's Sam…then the cute one." Lilith sniffed the air and sighed as her eyes turned back to the bright blue they had once been. "He was so close I could taste it. Seeing his contract hanging on my mantle was my proudest achievement. I couldn't have asked for a better birthday present. I mean a Winchester who was nothing more than a bug beneath my shoe, eaten by my puppies…"

"You are one sick bitch," Bobby yelled.

"You have absolutely no idea how sick I can really be."

Before Bobby knew what was happening, his eyes widened as his felt his body slowly being ripped apart. Peering down, he watched as a line was drawn down the middle of his chest all the way to his lower regions of his stomach. His skin slowly began to pull apart, ripping and tugging as if it was nothing more than a piece of paper. Warm blood oozed down his sides as he tried to stop his brain from shutting down. But he knew Lilith wouldn't let him lose consciousness. It would have been a simple getaway from the pain and anguish, but it was one that she would have never have let him take.

"If I wanted your head on a pike right now," she hissed, "it would be done. But you have too much value left in you to just do that. I'd love to see you hang there like a melting Popsicle – blood dripping off of your broken fingers. It would be wondrous to have Sam just stroll in here with a shot gun in hand finding you bloody and broken. Trust me – I've had all the scenarios playing out in my mind. This one is the most fun."

A massive figure strode through the darkness and stood along side of Lilith, peering at Bobby as if he was nothing more than a dog toy. Bobby felt his own fear pour off of him as he glanced up at the demon that stood before him. Gathering the way the demon was hovering next to Lilith, Bobby figured that the man was nothing more than Lilith's bodyguard – as if she needed one. The demon's black eyes were menacing as was his stature and form. There was no escaping the pain that was about to ensue. Bobby knew he didn't have long left to live.

"Alastair, show Mr. Singer what it means to cross us."

A fist smashed against his face, breaking several bones in his jaw and nose. Bobby's head snapped backwards before it was brought back up and hit once again. Blood was already pooling beneath his feet, soaking into the wooden floor joining whatever was cascading out of his nose.

Lilith's grin was spreading wider with each passing second. "Who says human torture methods aren't useful?"

Bobby groaned in pain with each blow sent to various parts of his body. His face was already swelling while he was praying to whoever he could that his insides weren't on the floor from the gaping hole in his stomach. Lilith was circling him – prey finally becoming the hunter. Bobby could barely keep his head up as Alastair took a step away from him. Nails scraped down his back and his body convulsed. It felt as though a thousand amps of electricity were being run through his body. His teeth ground together while he tried to keep his brain from shutting down.

"We are the superior race and I'm going to show all of you that. Once the sixty-six seals are broken and Lucifer walks free, I can guarantee you that you humans will be cowering in fear. You will bow before us like the lesser creatures that you are." Lilith's hot breath was on his neck. "I will make sure that you crawl like the dogs that you should have been."

"You'll never get the chance," Bobby said, through gritted teeth. "Dean and Sam will stop you."

"Oh…I very highly doubt that. You see…I have a little ace up my sleeve, one that neither of them will ever expect."

As Lilith moved before him once again, Alastair forced Bobby's head up in order for him to peer over at the demon that had sent Dean to Hell. Bobby knew that Dean would kill the bitch before she ever got near him again. After what she had done, both Sam and Dean had a few scores to settle with her.

"They're smarter than you. Faster than you. Get off of your high horse and know that you aren't going to win."

"There is more than just one weakness for Dean Winchester. Dean's little guardian angel might have found that little loophole in Dean's contract allowing him to pull Dean from the pit, but I can assure you that Dean will be mine again – burning in the bowels of Hell where he belongs."

"Over…my…dead…body…"

The smile on Lilith's face made Bobby's blood run cold. Even as she took tiny steps to stand before him, he knew that he didn't have long to live. This was it. He was going to die by some toddler demon's hand and had led Dean and Sam right into a trap.

Lilith's gentle hand rested on his chest, right where his heart was beating wildly. It felt like a forest fire had engulfed it, nearly smothering it to the point of it needing to stop. His body was trembling, being racked with pain. Bobby didn't know how much more he could take before he lost consciousness all together.

"This is how you die," she simply stated. "Your insignificant portion of a life was wasted by trying to kill my kind in order to save the world. You failed. Now you will be nothing more than bait for whoever finds you. I am so hoping its Sam. I can just see his puppy dog eyes as he walks through the door with a shotgun in hand. Tears will be spilling down his cheeks before he even reaches your lifeless body."

"Bitch!"

"Is that anything to call the woman you once knew?"

Bobby's eyes went dark as he tried to remember the woman that Lilith was inhabiting. She had been like a daughter to him and now she was gone. It was hard not to mourn her passing, knowing that even if somehow Lilith left her body there was no way that Abby was still alive in there. Abby was gone and soon he would join her.

"Give my regards to oblivion. Better yet…" Lilith chuckled as her entire hand illuminated in a white light. She listened to Bobby groan in pain. "Give the big man upstairs props. Tell him I'm sending him another hunter. After all, all the piñatas I have hanging outside are just the party favors for when other hunters show up."

Taking several steps away from him, Bobby felt his eyes droop shut while Lilith watched him with a curious gaze. Alastair stood beside her with his massive arms crossed over his chest. Through the haze of unconsciousness, he still heard Lilith speaking as if he was meant to hear every word. The life was slowly draining from him. He could feel it. It was damning to know that there was no way of saving him…nothing he could do…

"Let him hang there. The blood will drain from him soon enough. There's no doubt in my mind that there are other hunters in the area. It won't take them long to start looking for the other dozen that went missing. They'll be walking through the Valley of the Shadow of Death in a few hours time."

"And the Winchesters?"

"They will be well taken care of. I want their heads given to me on a silver platter. I might not be able to kill psychic boy…but I have other means of persuasion." There was a slight pause before Bobby heard Lilith say, "Let's go. I've got seals to break and souls to crush."

Their footsteps fell silent as Bobby hung there limply. He prayed to God that he would find peace in the end. He prayed that someone would help Dean and Sam. Would salvation be found in the end or would he forever burn in the pit of Hell because of all of the wrong he had done? He wanted everlasting peace and to see his wife again.

And as Bobby Singer drew his last breath…he saw it…and was no more.

A/N: I hope that you are all enjoying the story. Please let me know what you think. I know that there was no Dean or Sam in this one but I promise they will be in the next chapter! Thanks for reading.