The King of the demons leaned over his map of the United States, plotting and planning a new attack on the humans, led up by his brother. The man who had raised him and allowed him to become this thing, this half human, half demon entity. It was because of his brother's weakness, his inability to kill him when he had been asked, that had allowed hell to rise up and allow the demons to take over and conquer the Earth and all of its inhabitants.

The first thing Sam did, while the power was still fresh, and the evil felt so good, and gave him such a rush of power and strength, was to allow Lilith and those like her to feast, feast on that which they loved the most, the tender soft flesh of children. It solidified his status as leader of the demons and it also ensured that there would be no more future children made, and therefore, the human race would die out in time. One of Dean's many weaknesses was children, and Sam made sure that his brother had witnessed the slaughter and subsequent feasting on the children, and ensured that Dean could hear their screams. The look on his brother's face that day verified the complete decimation of Dean Winchester's character, psyche, and soul.

At least he thought so about a year ago. He didn't plan on any human other than his brother to survive the mess, but some hunters had, and he and the demons met them along the way, some escaped, and some perished at his hands, and were now being used a hosts for his army.

Just two months ago, he found out, rather by accident, that Dean was still very much alive, and was leading an army of humans. The humans snuck up on several of his demons, who were out and about relishing in the hellish day and their freedom, when a battalion of humans ambushed them, destroyed those demons that they could and exorcised as many as possible, and burned the meat suits of the rest, leaving some of his flock disembodied.

Sam never once figured that his brother would survive the rise of hell. Sam witnessed what exactly hell on earth meant for Dean Winchester, and Sam was positive that when they started this mess, that Dean would be just one of the many casualties of the adjustment. But damn if he hadn't survived, and not only that, but actually created an army out of a group of rag tag hunters and whatever human survivors they could find. What was worse, was that a force of supernatural beings couldn't take out this small insignificant group of humans.

"Sammy?" Ruby asked as she entered his war room.

"What?" He snapped.

"You've been pouring over this map for hours now." She purred and rested her head against his back.

"I have to find him." When they first found out that dean was leading the army Sam immediately sent an army of demons to Bobby's place, but what he found was nothing but the Singer home in flames, empty shells of cars a blaze along with the house that once Sam had considered a home. Fire burned within Sam and he decided then and there that he would finish off his brother and his army; Dean was making him look weak in front of his newly acquired army, making him look human, and feeble.

"You'll find him Sammy."

"You said that you saw one of his people a month ago?" he questioned looking closer at the map.

"Yeah, I saw a girl, she was hurrying through what was left of a field and she was beating feet, she had to be running to her command center."

"Which state was that?"

"South Dakota."

"He wouldn't stay there."

"Are you sure the fire just wasn't a front?"

"Yes, I'm sure. If Dean was going to burn down Bobby's house then he wasn't ever going to come back." Sam paused and looked closer at South Dakota like it was going to wave a hand and point him to where his brother was currently. "I know him." He said softly.

"Maybe you know him about as well as he knows you."

He knows me! Dean knows me! screamed a little voice in his head, and Sam pushed it down until the sounds were extinguished.

"Dean has always been predictable." He mumbled to himself. "Double bacon cheeseburger, french fries, coke. Coat off, boots unlaced, taken off, left beside the bed closest to the door, and duffel taken into the bathroom where it takes him less than ten minutes to shower and dress for bed. Dial soap, Head and Shoulders shampoo, Crest Whitening Toothpaste, red toothbrush." He rambled, determined to show Ruby that he knew his brother's habits better than he knew his own.

"Sure, that was when that stuff still existed. But Sam, he has to have changed. You can't keep looking for him as if he were the same Dean that you grew up with. Things have changed. Hell is now on earth, I mean come on Sammy."

"I'll find him. Don't you worry. I'll find him." He rested his arms on the map in front of him. Ruby sighed and turned to walk away.

"I'll be in our room. It's about time for your medicine." She said with a seductive smile. Her smile wasn't seen, his back faced her and his mind was focused on finding his brother and his army.

"Come out come out where ever you are Dean." He mumbled.