Alastair was bleeding and it was by his hand. He was grinning but his teeth were stained with the blood he had coughed up. Grin all you want you bastard because I'll still enjoy every minute of this.

"You know, it's your professionalism I respect." Alastair told him.

He grabbed the cup of holy water and splashed it into his face, into his open mouth and watched him gag. "Who's murdering the angels?" He poured more into the cup and splashed him again.

He spit more blood onto the floor but now his voice was calm, normal. "Just not getting deep enough. You lack the resources. Reality is too concrete up here. I had that problem with Kayla."

Dean shot him a look.

"You didn't even have to be there I mean, you practically were there."

"Shut up."

"I took some of the worst things you did to souls down in the pit and played the moment in her head like a Friday night movie. Then I did them to her. Think about it Dean, think about the horrible things you did."

"Shut up." But his voice staggered. He didn't know whether or not to believe him, Kayla hadn't told him that. More disgrace swept through him as he thought of Kayla seeing him like that, seeing him rip people apart then having to experience it. Hell it was like he had done it himself.

"Hard to keep a living person alive through something like that, much less conscious. I managed it though." He grinned. "She's a screamer, but I guess you already knew that."

He grabbed him by the face and forced rock salt down his throat. If this fucker wouldn't shut up he'd make him.

Alastair could hardly scream as he choked on the salt. It forced its way through his body, burning its own path. He started coughing up solid matter. "Got something caught in my throat." He paused. "I think it's my throat."

"Well strap in, 'cause I'm just starting to have fun." He went back to the table.

"It was supposed to be your father you know, he was supposed to bring it on. But in the end, it was you."

"Bring what on?" He asked casually. He dipped the knife in holy water, then poured rock salt over it. Ouch. Dean smirked thinking his screaming again.

"You know, same offer every night, you and your dad. But you're the one who said sign me up. And that first time you picked up my blade, the first time you cut into that weeping bitch…that was the first seal."

The idea slammed into him and he tried not to look as shocked as he was. "You're lying." He stopped in front of his face.

Alastair's expression did not mock. "And it is written that the first seal shall be broken when a righteous man sheds blood in hell. As he breaks, so shall it break."

Dean turned and walked back to the table.

"Had to break the first before we could break the others." He inhaled sharply. "When we win, when we bring on the apocalypse and burn this Earth down, we'll owe it all to you. Dean Winchester. Believe me son, I wouldn't lie about this. It's kind of a…religious sort of thing with me." He glanced behind him as he heard the dripping water. The devil's trap was broken, just as Uriel promised it would be.

"I don't think you are lying." Dean admitted without looking at him. "But even if the demons do win," he looked at the knife in his hand. "You won't be there to see it." He turned and his breath caught in his throat, Alastair was released from the trap.

"You should talk to your plumber about the pipes."

He didn't remember the pain as Alastair's fist slammed against his face the first time, the second and third time he remembered and he struggled to remain conscious. Alastair pulled him up by his throat. "You got a lot to learn boy so I'll see you back in class, bright and early Monday morning."

Castiel jerked him back and stabbed Ruby's knife into his chest. As it sent small rays of light through his shoulder, Dean fell hard to the floor.

"Almost, looks like God is on my side today."

Castiel turned his hand and the blade twisted, closer to the heart. With a groan Alastair pulled it out. He attacked Castiel with an ancient spite and managed to hang him on metal spike on the wall.

"Like roaches, you celestials. Now I really wish I knew how to kill you. But all I can do is send you back to heaven."

He began to chant in Latin and a white light shone from first his mouth, then his nose and eyes as well. He was so confused, he didn't understand how this had happened. How did he get through the devil's trap? Suddenly Alastair gagged and was thrown back, he saw Sam enter the room. Kayla ran in after him. She saw Dean first and ran to his side, sliding to the floor next to him. He was no longer conscious.

"Stupid pet tricks." Alastair spit at him.

"Who's murdering the angels? How are they doing it?"

He chuckled. "You think I'm gonna tell you?"

"Yeah, I do." He twisted his hand and Alastair gagged again, his eyes turned white.

Kayla held her hand against Dean's wrist, making sure his pulse kept up and she whispered across the room. "Cas are you okay?"

He nodded but was watching Sam, a little in awe of how powerful he was.

"How are the demons killing the angels?!" He yelled at him.

"I…don't…know!" His voice was forced now, more demonic. There were no jokes.

"Right." He closed his fist and Alastair screamed out. Castiel stood to get a better look.

"It's not us…we're…not doing it!"

"I don't believe you!"

"Lilith is not behind this!" Sam released the pain just enough to let him talk. "She wouldn't kill seven angels. She'd kill a hundred. A thousand."

Sam released him.

"Go ahead, send me back, if you can."

"I'm stronger than that now."

Kayla and Castiel looked at him as he raised his hand again.

"Now I can kill."

Sam wasn't even breaking a sweat as Alastair cried out first in pain, then in terror as light radiated through his skeleton. There was no departure of black smoke. The lights just went out and the body slid to the floor. No doubt Alastair wasn't a good guest in his host.

Kayla looked at him, almost shocked enough to ask questions but there were more important things. "He needs a hospital, Sam, his heartbeat is slowing."