Hello Everyone! I know it's been a long long time, but I graduated from University! Here is my fourth instalment of 'The Hunt' which leaves our Sammy with a difficult decision. Enjoy!

Sam blinks, frowning. 'What do you know?' he says with an urgent warble to his voice.

The Devil smiles, taking the first bite out of his burger. He ignores the younger Winchester for a moment as he chews, enjoying the fresh new taste. Though it's not really a taste, and it's not a need. As quickly as it came the taste fades, and it's like he's chewing nothing but cotton wool. He puts the burger back in its box, now unwanted.

'I know a lot of things, Sammy. The question is, what are you prepared to do for the answers, hm?' He smiles a smug smile, sitting forward on the edge of his seat.

'If you mean by saying yes to you-'

'Well, well, well, Sammy, are you catching on? Of course I mean that.'

'No. That can't happen. There must be something else-?'

'You seem to be forgetting, I am the 'Devil', Sammy. I can get everything I want, except you. And I really, really need you, Sammy.' Lucifer's voice turns into a shrill whine. Looking uncomfortable Sam leans away, put off from his salad.

'Let's just drive back to the motel, give Dean his burger – and you can go. Go away.'

'If you think I am going anywhere now I've found you, Sam. Think again.'

Sam taps on the steering wheel, turning Baby around. She purrs as they accelerate back up the highway, twenty minutes away from Dean. Can Lucifer really help him? Or is he just using his weakness to get through to him. He knows what Dean would say right now. 'Really Sammy? You would do all this and give the Devil exactly what he wants – are you that much of a fool?' No he's not a fool, but he's a desperate brother – trying to save the only family he has ever known from the clutches of the most powerful being in existence: Michael.

And maybe it's for this reason that Sam doesn't tell Lucifer to get out of the car when they arrive at the Motel. Maybe it's this reason he doesn't object when he starts to follow in behind him. Maybe he feels this is the right thing to do – he knows Dean would go through any lengths to help him, even selling himself to the Devil for his own use. He would bide his time, he would use Lucifer to end if he needed to – just long enough to solve the mess that's building. His frowns as he opens the lock, the room is unnaturally silent. 'Dean?'

'Ooooo looks like Dean's gone out for a little adventure himself' Lucifer walks in, turning his nose up at the wallpaper. 'Really Sammy? For such a grand fate, you really have no choice in accommodation.'

'Shut up.' Sam is already tense enough as it is. Dean isn't here. He takes up his gun, safety gauge off, finger on the trigger. 'Dean!?'

He hears the shower running from the bathroom, and presses his ear to the wood. 'Dean?' No answer. He tries the handle. It's locked. Taking a deep breath, he steps back and barges against the door. It breaks easily.

'Wow Sammy, you are so cheap.' Lucifer eyes the hinges which the door used to be hanging on. 'Though you are strong, just like I wanted you to be.' To Lucifer's annoyance he doesn't get an answer. 'Sammy?' He says petulantly. He follows Sam in to see him standing there, gun pointing at the floor. Peeping behind him, he follows his soon-to-be-vessel's gaze. The window is open, but broken open. The mirror is broken into a thousand pieces, glass over the floor. The shower is still running so steam is flowing out the windows, highlighting two hand prints – Dean's.

'Looks like he left without really wanting to, Sammy.'

Sam doesn't answer, but inside he feels cold and heavy with the knowledge that the Devil is right.