daje22: Hey, thanks for the review, I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter! Lizzie's trying to keep herself distant from everyone right now, so yeah, she's gonna have plenty of that attitude for awhile :P

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Warnings: Implied smut… like, almost smut… which is also a little dub/con. Second chapter and I'm already dishing out the warnings… wow…

Bamby

DPOV

Bobby yawned from the driver's seat next to me. "What time is it?"

The two of us- plus Liz, who was in the back- were in Bobby's car watching over a bar. We'd spent the day looking around, trying to get any information on the guy in the security footage, and this is where we'd been led.

Now that it was dark, and the bar was open, we were waiting for Sam to come back and for the guy to arrive so we could get this over and done with.

Lifting my arm, I checked my watch. "Seven past midnight."

Bobby turned to look at the bar. "You sure this is the right place?"

"No," I answered without skipping a beat. "But we spent all day canvassing this stupid town with this guy's stupid mug, and supposedly he drinks at this stupid bar-"

I was cut off at the sound of something hitting the roof car. Both Bobby and I jumped as Liz laughed, the three of us looking out my window, finding a grinning Sam standing there.

"It's not funny." I glared at him.

He laughed and opened my door. "Yeah."

"It is," Liz finished as Sam pulled my chair forward and climbed into the back with her.

"All right, so..." Sam started, getting comfortable. "John Doe's name is, uh, Walter Rosen. He's from Oak Park just west of Chicago. Went missing about two weeks ago."

"The night the Devil's Gate opened?" I asked.

"No, a different night," Liz responded sarcastically.

I turned in my seat to look at her. "If you have a problem working with us, you can leave."

"What, and let you have all the fun? No." She glared. "Besides, it's my case, I was here first."

"So, what, now you're five?"

"Would you cut it out?" Bobby sighed, shaking his head. "What the hell's gotten into the two of you."

"Nothing," both Liz and I answered at the same time as I turned to face the bar again.

"So, are we thinking this guy's possessed?" I asked, getting back to business.

"It's a good bet," Sam answered. "So, uh, he just walks up to someone, touches them, and they go starcraving psycho or something?" He had a good point.

"Those demons that got out of that gate, they'll be able to do things we haven't seen," Bobby noted.

"You mean, the demons we let out."

Before anyone could ask Sam, I noticed someone walking towards the bar. "Guys." It was our man. "All right. Showtime." I unbuckled my seat belt.

But before I could get out, Bobby stopped me. "Wait a minute."

"What?"

"What did I just say? We don't know what to expect out of this guy. We should tail him till we know."

I shook my head, not liking that plan. "So he kills someone and we just sit here with our junk in our hands?"

"We're no good dead!" he snapped at me. "We're not gonna make a move till we know what the score is."

"Hey, Bobby, I don't think that's an option."

Bobby turned to Sam. "Why not?"

The sound of car doors closing had us all look outside to see Issac and Tamara walking away from their car and towards the bar entrance.

Bobby hit the steering wheel, agitated. "Damn it."

EPOV

We'd waited awhile before leaving Bobby's car. As much as he was right, as much as we really did have no idea what we were walking into we couldn't exactly sit on our asses when Issac and Tamara were in danger.

But as we tried to open the bar's doors, we found it locked.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean kicked at it.

We all froze at the sound of Tamara screaming inside.

With the door locked and our friends trapped, I found myself ready for action. "Bobby get the car, reverse it in, we're throwing one of these assholes in the trunk." I knew he'd painted a trap in there for any just-in-case moments. "Guys, go with him, get the holy water."

Sam looked to me, concerned and confused. "What are you gonna do?"

Stepping away from the door, I lifted my hands as I got ready. "I'm gonna buy us some time."

All three of them dashed off without wasting a second. Once they were gone I concentrated on the doors. The wood and metal groaned before the doors flew open and were ripped off the hinges.

I found Tamara being held back by a waitress as the seven black eyed demons and my friend watched Issac drink some kind of thick, poisonous cleaning liquid.

"No!" I lifted my hand, sending the bottle flying across the room.

But it was too late. Issac's body shook as blood leaked from his nose and mouth. He fell to the floor, hard and unmoving. He was dead.

"You bastards." I glared at the seven demons.

The guy we'd come here for- Walter Rosen- turned to grin at me. "Man, you really walked into the wrong place," he chuckled.

A petite blonde spoke up, looking me up and down. "I like her." She licked her lips. "I could think of about a thousand things I'd like to do to her."

I sneered at all of them, knowing perfectly well that if I tried to throw all of them away with my mind it would just be like a slap to the face for them. I wasn't strong enough, yet. But that didn't mean I was powerless.

Looking around, I willed all the salt shakers to lift before I used my mind to crush and smash the glass. All the salt went flying through the air, everywhere in the room.

The demons yelled and screamed as the salt cut into them. The moment Tamara was released I used my mind to push at the demon that had been holding her, giving my friend enough time to rush over to me right as Bobby's car backed in through the entrance where the doors had been before I ripped them off their hinges.

Bobby and Sam got out of the car, bottles of holy water in hand. They began to throw water at the demons, keeping them back as Dean opened the trunk. I walked Tamara over to the car as she struggled, but I used both my mental and physical strength to get her in.

"I got her," Sam offered, getting in to hold Tamara back.

I turned in time to see Walter heading for Dean as Bobby dealt with the others. Before either Dean or Walter could do a thing, I lifted my hand and threw the demon into the trunk, closing and locking him in.

Dean looked surprised, his eyes meeting mine. "Thanks."

"No problem." I nodded, hurrying over to the other side of the car. "Bobby, let's go!" I yelled as I climbed into the vehicle behind Dean, not even caring that I had to sit on his lap. I just wanted to get the hell out of there.

DPOV

"And I say we're going back," Tamara argued.

We were back to her and Issac's place, the demon tied up under a devil's trap. Liz and Tamara had told us what happened, how Issac was touched by one of the seven demons and then drank some kind of cleaning product until Liz stopped him. But it had been too late, and now he was dead.

Bobby was trying to figure out what we were dealing with, Sam and Liz were trying to talk to Tamara, while I leaned against a wall and simply waited.

"Just hold on a second," Sam insisted.

"I left my husband bloody on the floor." Tamara was pissed.

"Tamara, I understand, but we can't just go back." Liz was gentle as she spoke.

"Fine." Tamara shrugged. "Then you stay. But I'm heading back to that bar."

I sighed. "I'll go with her."

"It's suicide, Dean," Sam called after me.

I looked over my shoulder at him. "So what? I'm already dead."

Liz stormed over and put herself between us and the exit. "I will not let either of you walk out of here."

I didn't doubt her. Tamara was too pissed to have mentioned seeing Liz throwing people and things around with the power of her mind. But I'd seen what she could do. I knew she'd ripped the bar doors away. She'd thrown the salt around the room. She threw the demon into the trunk. She was strong. She could keep us from leaving.

"How are you gonna kill them?" Sam spoke up again, talking to Tamara and myself. "You can't shoot them. You can't stab them. They're not just gonna wait in line to get exorcised."

"I don't care!" Tamara yelled.

"We don't even know how many of them are!" Sam yelled back. "There could be more."

"There's not." Bobby stepped forward, reading from a book of lore. "Do you have any idea who we're up against?" He looked to me and Tamara, voice tense. "The Seven Deadly Sins. Live and in the flesh."

I scoffed, unsure of how to react, so I did the first thing that came to mind, which was to grin and say, "'What's in the box?'."

Liz rolled her eyes. "Is now really the time to quote Brad Pitt?"

How does she know everything?

Bobby slammed the book closed, making me flinch. "That's Binsfeld's classification of demons. In 1589, Binsfeld ID'd the Seven Deadly Sins. Not just as human vices, but as actual devils."

"The family," Sam started. "They were touched by Sloth. And the shopper..."

Liz nodded, catching on. "Touched by our friend, Mr Envy."

"I couldn't suss it out at first, until Issac." Bobby looked to Tamara. "He was touched with an awful gluttony."

"I don't give a rat's ass if they're the Three Stooges or the Four Tops." Tamara was seething. "I'm gonna slaughter every last one of them."

Bobby stepped up to her. "We already did it your way. You burst in there half-cocked and look what happened!" Sam, Liz and I shared a look as Bobby kept ripping into Tamara. "These demons haven't been top side in half a millennium. We're talking medieval, Dark Ages. We're never faced anything close to this. So we are gonna take a breath... and figure out what our nest move is!"

Suddenly Liz stepped forward, resting a hand on Bobby's chest to push him back a little as she spoke a little more softly to Tamara. "I'm sorry for your loss, we all are. But we're not gonna let you walk out of here."

EPOV

Envy laughed as the five of us walked into the room and stood in front of the devil's trap he was stuck in, tied to a chair. "So, you know who I am, huh?"

"We do," Bobby answered, a lot calmer now. "We're not impressed."

"Now, why are you here?" Sam started. "What are you after?"

Dean gave the demon a second, when there was no response, he pushed for an answer. "He asked you a question. What do you want?"

Envy looked to each of us, laughing lightly. Dean simply tossed some holy water on him, making him flinch back and grunt in pain. "We already have what we want," he answered. "We're out. We're free. Thanks to you, my kind are everywhere. 'I am legion, for we are many'. So, me, I'm just celebrating. Having a little fun."

"Fun?" Sam did not look pleased or impressed.

"Yeah. Fun. See, some people crochet, others golf. Me..." Envy turned to look me up and down. "I like to see people's insides on their outsides."

"Don't look at her." Dean's tone held warning as he stepped in front of me protectively.

Tamara moved closer to Envy, glaring at him. "I'm gonna put you down like a dog."

"Please." He grinned. "You really think you're better than me? Which one of you can cast the first stone, huh? What about you two, Dean and Elizabeth?" He turned to us. "You're both practically two walking talking billboards of lust, with the added bonus of gluttony. And Tamara. All that wrath? Ooh." He shook his head and clicked his tongue disapprovingly at her. "It's the reason you and Issac became hunters in the first place, isn't it? It's so much easier to drink in the rage than to face what really happened all those years ago."

Stepping forward again, Tamara back handed him. Twice. She only stopped because Bobby and Dean pulled her back.

Envy just laughed. "My point exactly. And you call us sins. We're not sins, man. We are natural human instinct. And you can repress and deny us all you want but the truth is, you are just animals. Horny, greedy, hungry, violent animals. And you know what? You'll be slaughtered like animals too." He grinned. "The others? They're coming for me."

Dean nodded. "Maybe... but they're not gonna find you because you'll be in hell." He grinned as Envy's smirk fell. "Someone send this clown packing," he told us as he started to leave the room.

"My pleasure." Tamara took the book from Bobby and began to read as the rest of us left the room.

Once we were in the next room, Bobby, Sam, Dean and I huddled into a circle to talk about our situation and what we were going to do to get out of it.

"I don't think we're gonna have to worry about hunting them," Bobby noted.

"What does that mean?" Sam asked.

"Envy's right," I sighed. "They're the ones hunting us. They're probably already on their way, and they're not gonna give up. Not without a fight."

"You guys should take Tamara and head for the hills. I'll stay, slow them down, buy time," Dean offered.

"You're insane, Dean." Sam shook his head. "Just forget about it, okay?"

"Sam's right," Bobby agreed.

Dean looked to each of them. "There's six of them, guys. We're out-manned, we're outgunned. We'll be dead by dawn."

Bobby shrugged. "Maybe, but there's no place to run to that they won't find."

"Look, if we're going down, we're going down together, all right?" Sam looked to his brother, leaving no room for argument. I had a feeling he was talking about more than just tonight.

Dean had no choice but to nod. "Well, let's not make it easy for them."

The sound of Envy screaming had as all look to the other room, seeing Walter Rosen's body slumped over as Tamara closed the book and started towards us.

"Demon's out of the guy," she told us.

"And the guy?" Sam asked.

She walked past without looking to either of us as she answered, "He didn't make it."

...

The sound of a radio turning on had me walk into the room where Sam and Dean were getting ready. We'd salted all the doors and windows that led outside, drawn a few devil traps around the place, and set up a few more things that could help us survive. But I still had my doubts.

"You ready?" I asked the brothers.

Dean got up from where he'd been sitting on the floor and moved over to hand me one of the guns he held. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"There's nothing you wouldn't do." I took the gun from him. "Just don't get yourself killed."

"Same goes to you."

"Tamara!" Issac yelled from outside.

Dean, Sam and I hurried to one of the windows. Looking out, we watched as Issac limped towards the porch. We knew it was one of the demons in him, but we also knew how fragile Tamara was.

"I should go make sure she doesn't do anything stupid." I went to turn, but Dean grabbed my arm, keeping me from going.

He gave me a pointed look. "Bobby's got her. You stay up here with Sam and me. We stick together."

"Tamara!" the demon in Issac yelled again. "Tamara! Tamara! Help me! Please! Tamara! I got away, but I'm hurt bad. I need help."

I shook my head, knowing Tamara would be struggling. "If someone doesn't shut him up, she's gonna do something stupid."

"Dean's right." Sam looked down at me. "Bobby's got her."

There was a banging on the front door downstairs. "Baby! Why won't you let me in? You left me behind back there. How could you do that? We swore at that lake in Michigan, remember? We swore we would never leave each other."

My heart broke. Issac and Tamara had loved each other more than anyone I ever knew. The pain she must be going through...

"You're just gonna leave me out here? You're just gonna let me die?" His voice changed from desperate to spiteful, "I guess that's what you'd do, dear. Like that night those things came to our house. Came for our daughter. You just let her die too."

"You son of a bitch!" Tamara screamed.

"Tamara, no!" Bobby yelled after her.

But it was too late.

Sam, Dean and I moved away from the window to leave the room as we listened to the sound of people entering the house. The demons were in.

"You know what to do?" Dean asked us.

I gave a sharp nod. "Trap 'em and pack 'em. We got it."

"Good," was all Dean said before the three of us split up.

DPOV

I was rushing through the halls of the abandoned house when I felt someone grab my arm and turn me. It was a small, pretty, blonde girl. I went to hit her, but she just grabbed my arm and pushed me away, grinning as I began to back up. She was strong. Stronger than I anticipated. Too strong for me.

Backing up into what used to be the bathroom, I looked her up and down. "I suppose you're Lust."

"Baby, I'm whatever you want me to be."

"Yeah, all right. Just stay back."

"Or what?"

I didn't have an answer. "Good point."

She grinned again. "Mm. I'm not gonna hurt you. Not yet." She stepped forward, her hand running up my chest and to my shoulder. "Not unless you want me to."

I heard something like whispers in my ear, and then, I had no control over myself as I leaned forward and crashed my lips on to hers.

SPOV

I'd been waiting in a room, listening as the sound of some of the demons headed my way. The door to the room flew off its hinges as three of the demons walked in.

The one in the lead, a man in a suit, stepped forward. "Here's Johnny!" He grinned before coming to a stop as he looked up at the roof where a devil's trap sat. "Come on. You really think something like that is gonna fool someone like me? I mean, me?"

"Let me guess." I looked him up and down. "You're Pride."

He grinned as an answer, lifting his hand to crack the ceiling and destroy the trap. "Mm. The root of all sin. And you," he stepped forward, "are Sam Winchester." When I looked at each of them nervously, wondering how they knew who I was, Pride went on, "That's right, I've heard of you. We've all heard of you and Elizabeth. The prodigy. The Boy King and his Queen."

Queen? I had no idea what he meant by that, but now was not the time to let it distract me.

"Looking at you now, I gotta tell you, don't believe the hype. You think I'm gonna bow to a cut-rate, piss-poor human like you? I have my pride, after all. Now with your yellow-eyed friend dead, I guess I don't have to do a damn thing, now do I? You're fair game now, boy, and it's open season."

EPOV

None of the demons had come after me, so I'd gone after them, which is how I found Dean making out with one of them. Lust.

"Hey, bitch."

Lust pulled away from Dean to sneer at me, but before she could even blink I lifted my hand and sent her flying across to the other side of the room, onto the devil's trap we'd put in the bathtub… that was full of holy water.

She screamed, trying to get out, but was trapped.

I grinned, proud of myself. Which considering who we were dealing with I know it was wrong to feel that way. But before I could scold myself, my waist was grabbed as Dean turned me to him and pushed me against the wall.

"What are you-"

He cut me off, his lips crashing onto mine.

My mind was a blur of incomprehensible muddles and puzzles of thoughts I'd once had. Kissing Dean always left me confused. But I enjoyed drowning in the feel of him and the mess in my brain.

Only, now was not the time to be making out. Now was not the time for an unfocused mind.

I pushed him away to take a breath and stop him. It worked… kind of. Instead of kissing me again, he moved his lips to my neck where he nibbled and sucked on the skin, his hands grabbing onto the hem of my shirt to try and undress me, his hips pressing into mine.

There was no point in telling him to stop. Even through the haze of him and the screams coming from Lust, I knew what was happening. He was under a spell, and it seemed the only way to break it was to break the thing that put it on him.

SPOV

Pride had me on my knees in a headlock as he laughed. I struggled against him, groaning and grunting, trying to get the upper hand. But it was clear who was going to win here. Well, it was clear…

There was a commotion behind us which had Pride letting me go and turning. I got to my feet and looked over, seeing the other two demons dead as Pride and a girl I'd never seen before fought. I grabbed his shoulder, turned him and punched his face, giving the girl enough time to lift her knife and stab him through the chin.

I'd never seen a knife kill a demon before, but somehow, hers did.

Once he was on the ground, I looked to her. "Who the hell are you?"

She shrugged a little out of breath, just as I was. "I'm the girl that just saved your ass."

"Well, I just saved yours too," I noted.

She smirked. "See you around, Sam," with that, she turned and left.

I called after her, tried to follow. But she was already gone.

EPOV

I used both my mental and physical strength to push Dean away enough so I could grab my phone out of my pocket. Looking over his shoulder as he moved to attach himself to my neck again I flicked through my phone and found an exorcism.

He'd just stared to grind against me as I began to read, "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica adjuramus te. Cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare."

His hands grabbed my thighs and lifted me so my legs wrapped around him as he thrust harder, dry humping me. "Liz," he moaned.

I closed my eyes for a moment, regaining my control before I continued to read, "Vade, Satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciae, hostis humanae salutis. Humiliare sub potenti manu dei, contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine, quem inferi tremunt."

He pressed himself against me, the lump in his pants digging into my core. I could feel myself getting wetter as my body refused to ignore what he was doing to me.

When his hand slipped into my shirt and grasped my breast my words faltered, but I soldiered on, "Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire te rogamus, audi nos. Ut inimicos sanctae Ecclesiae humiliare digneris, te rogamus, audi nos."

Prying the cup of my bra down, Dean's fingers pinched and pulled on my nipple as he brought his lips down to suck and bite on my breast. Grunting and groaning, he thrust against me harder, more urgently and needy. It took all my willpower not to cave into my own desire.

"Terribilis Deus de sanctuario suo. Deus Israhel ipse truderit virtutem et fortitudinem plebi Suae. Benedictus deus. Gloria patri."

Lust screamed as the demon left the body of the girl. The black smoke fell through the floor, and straight into hell.

Dean froze for a spilt second before he pulled back to look at me, his hand slipping out from under my shirt. I got to my feet and pushed him away, hurrying out of the room in the hopes that he wouldn't come after me.

DPOV

Sam and I had place the bodies of the demons' vessels into a hole we'd dug before we salted and burned them. Bobby was inside with Liz, packing up the gear, while Tamara stood by her husband's burning body, saying good bye. We'd put him separate from the others, so she could have some space.

"Think she's gonna be all right?" Sam asked as we looked over to Tamara.

"No, definitely not," I answered honestly. Bobby came over to stand with us then, looking worse for wear. "You look like hell warmed over."

He sighed. "Well, you try exorcising all night, see how you feel."

"Any survivors, Bobby?" Sam asked.

Bobby nodded. "The girl Lizzie exorcised and the heavy guy. They'll make it. Lifetime of therapy bills ahead, but still."

"It's more than you can say for these poor bastards." I nodded to the bodies in the hole in front of us.

Sam shifted on the spot. "Bobby, that knife. What kind of blade can kill a demon?"

He'd told us what had happened. How a strange girl had come in with some weird knife, killed the demons and saved his life.

Bobby shrugged. "Yesterday I'd have said there was no such thing."

"I'm just gonna ask again." I turned to Sam, grinning, "Who was that masked chick? Actually, the more troubling question would be how come a girl can fight better than you?"

Sam just gave me a pointed look. "Lizzie saved your ass too."

I was instantly on the defensive. "I would have handled it. I had a plan."

"Sure you did." Sam rolled his eyes. "But if you want a troubling question, I got one for you. If we let out The Seven Deadly Sins, what else did we let out?"

He had a good point... and I did not feel too good about that. "You're right, that is troubling."

EPOV

"I want you to call me. Like, every week," I told Tamara as we walked around the house towards our cars, hand in hand.

She looked over to me, a sad smile on her face. "I'll miss you. I always do."

"I miss you, too."

She looked a little nervous as she spoke again. "You could... you could always come with me."

Sighing, I shook my head. "Honestly, you're better off without me."

That's how I felt. People that got close to me died. It wasn't my fault exactly, but sometimes it felt that way. So as much as I would have loved to have some girl time with a friend, or to go home with Bobby, or hit the road with the guys, I knew I couldn't.

"I get it." She sounded sad, but I knew there were no hard feelings. Coming over to the guys as they stood together, Tamara gave them a nod. "See you gents around." She didn't stop as she walked past them.

"Tamara?" Bobby called, causing both her and I to stop and turn to him. "World just got a lot scarier. Be careful."

"You too." She looked to each of us and gave my hand a squeeze before letting go and walking off to her car.

I stepped up to the guys, standing next to Bobby as he spoke to Sam, Dean and I. "Keep your eyes peeled for omens. I'll do the same."

"You got it." Dean nodded.

Turning to me, Bobby pressed a kiss to my forehead, a fatherly gesture reserved for when he was worried. "Don't do anything stupid."

"You know, me." I pulled back to smile up at him. "I'm a pillar of stability."

Shaking his head, he didn't even respond as he walked away, heading to his car, leaving me with the Winchesters.

Once we were alone, Sam spoke up, breaking the silence that had fallen between us. "You know… you can come with us, Lizzie. We kinda miss the company."

Without looking at them, I shook my head. "Thanks for the offer, but I'm gonna pass."

"Why?" Dean asked, sounding a little offended and worried.

"I told you when we all agreed to work on this case together. Once it's over, I'm off. Gone. On my own again. Nothing that happened last night changed that." Turning to look at them then, I gave a short and casual shrug. "Look, I'll probably see you guys around. Just, take care of yourselves and watch each other's backs."

I was about to walk away when Dean spoke and stopped me. "Who's gonna watch yours?"

Giving another simple shrug, I looked to the brothers. "I can take care of myself." Not letting either of them stop me this time, I turned and walked away, never looking back.

DPOV

Sam and I headed for Baby. Bobby, Tamara and Liz were gone, it was now just the two of us. To be honest, I'd wanted it to be the three of us. I wanted Liz to join us again. But I knew things were still complicated, and she still had some issues, and last night was awkward... so, for now, it was just Sam and I, and that was cool.

"So, where to?" I asked him.

"Uh..." He thought about it before answering. "I don't know. I was thinking Louisiana, maybe."

"Little early for Mardi Gras, isn't it?"

"I was talking to Tamara and she mentioned this Hoodoo priestess outside of Treefort that might be able to help us out, you know, with your... your demon deal."

"Nah."

He looked confused. "'Nah'? What does that men, 'Nah'?"

"Sam, no Hoodoo spell's gonna break this deal. It's a goose chase," I explained.

"We don't know that," he argued.

"Yes, we do," I insisted. "Forget it, she's can't help."

"Look it's-"

I cut him off. "We're not going and that's that. What about Reno? Huh?"

"You know what?" He sighed, shaking his head. "I've had it. I've been bending over backwards trying to be nice to you and I don't care anymore."

"That didn't last long."

"Yeah, well, you know what? I've been busting my ass trying to keep you alive, Dean. And you act like you couldn't care less. What, you got some kind of death wish or something?"

"No, it's not like that."

"Then what's it like, Dean?"

"Sam-"

"Please, tell me."

Giving up, knowing he wasn't going to let it go, I told him. "We trap a Crossroads demon. Trick it, try to welch out way out of the deal in any way, you die. Liz too. Okay? You both die. Those are the terms. There's no way out of it. If you try to find a way, so help me God, I'm gonna stop you."

Truth is, only one of them came back because of my deal. But I couldn't be sure which one it was, and it really didn't matter. Either way, if we messed with the deal one of them dies.

He shook his head at me, hurt in his eyes. "How could you make that deal, Dean?"

"Because I couldn't live with you dead. Either of you," I answered simply, because it was the truth. "Couldn't do it."

"So, what now? I live and you die? Lizzie lives and you die?"

"That's the general idea, yeah." I nodded, turning to continue for the car.

"Yeah, well, you're a hypocrite, Dean." He followed me. "How did you feel when Dad sold his soul for you? 'Cause I was there. I remember. You were twisted and broken and now you go and do the same thing. To me. To Lizzie. What you did was selfish."

"Yeah, you're right, it was selfish, but I'm okay with that."

"I'm not."

"Tough. After everything I've done for this family, I think I'm entitled." I grinned. But when he continued to look at me, disappointed and less than pleased, I sighed. "Truth is, I'm tried, Sam. I don't know, it's like there's a light at the end of the tunnel."

"That's hellfire, Dean."

"Eh. Well, whatever. You're alive, Liz is alive, I feel good for the first time in a long time. I got a year to live, Sam. I'd like the make the most of it. So, what do you say we kill some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little hell? Huh?" I nodded, and walked away.

"You're unbelievable."

Reaching the car, I turned to grin at him again. "Very true."

Bamby