Supernatural: No Rest for the Wicked

A/N: Here's the final chapter for this story and there will be a one-shot after this. I have started working on the stories for Season 4, but I've hit writer's block, more like a brick wall, and I'm working on trying to knock it down. Basically, it'll be a while before I can start posting the next season, but I do promise that I won't be leaving Dean and Liz in Hell forever.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or Criminal Minds; I just own the characters that I happen to create.

EPILOGUE: LOST

"And it came to pass that there arose a mist of darkness; yea, even an exceedingly great mist of darkness, insomuch that they who had commenced in the path did lose their way, that they wandered off and were lost."

1 Nephi 8:23

Despite our best efforts, we'd failed, and the very thing that Azazel had wanted, the very thing that I tried to prevent, did happen: Dean was in hell, and so was I. Sam was alone save for our friends and I – I-

Liz couldn't write any further, staring at her hand, which was trembling; she tried to resume writing, but she couldn't do it, and the pen dropped from her numb fingers as her whole body began shaking.

"No…" she moaned, hugging herself as painful memories flooded her mind, and she began rocking, trying to force them back. "No…please no…not now…"

One of the women saw this, sent another to find Liz's husband, and then wrapped a blanket around her shoulders, speaking softly. "Sshh, it's ok, honey. Your husband's coming…Cas is coming, sshh…"

Cas immediately arrived and scooped his wife into his arms. "Someone bring the book and pens," he requested and carried her to a nearby corner that had two cots pushed together, and it had drapes to hide them from view.

Laying Liz down, he accepted the items and placed them into an iron box that he padlocked, closed the drapes, and then sat down. Holding his wife again, he gently stroke her sweat-soaked hair, and spoke quietly to her. "It's ok, my love. It'll pass…don't fight it…just let go."

Liz clung to Cas, crying, trembling and sweating as the memories continued to overwhelm her. All through the night they held each other as the dark forces attacked the safe room from all sides, trying to find a way in.

'We'll survive the night,' Cas silently vowed as Liz finally fell asleep in his arms, exhausted, and twitched a bit because of bad dreams. 'You'll continue to write the truth and I'll make sure that it happens.'

Outside the ruins of the house, now a massive crater with the huge iron safe room in the center of it, the only thing keeping them at bay, and keeping them from winning the war.

The leader watched from on top of a pile of crushed cars, watching as its' forces fought to find a way in to destroy the resistance, kill those who still knew the truth.

'They can't hide forever,' the leader thought, folding its' arms over its' tall form. 'No matter where they go, no matter what they do, and no matter how long it takes, I'll destroy them all.'

And the leader continued to watch and wait.

A/N: See you all next week for the one-shot. R&R everyone!