Black Holes And Revelations.

Summary. . . . . . . . . Captured, Sam is tortured and made weak in order for Lucifer to get a yes and gain entry, whilst Dean has to endure some home truths and startling revelations as he listens to just how much Sam was manipulated and used by both sides.

Disclaimer. . . . . . . . Kripke's, I wished really hard, and was a good girl all year, but Santa must have missed me off his list.

A.N. . . . . . . . . . . . . This fic has still got a firm grip upon me, stopping my muse from thinking about anything else bar completing it. Again I send my apologies to anyone reading Hope, or When The Past, I will return to those just as soon as I finish this. Thanks as always for stopping by, catch you soon, Peanut x

"I can help you save your brother. Seven words, wow Dean you really are the weakest one, it took seven words to break Sam. Seven words to have him following her around like some lost puppy, to have him start down that road of lies and deceit. She really was amazing to watch at work Dean, a natural at manipulation, hell she eventually had you and Bobby convinced. She fed Sam all these lies, and because he loved you so much, wanted to save you so much, he believed every single word she told him, and started hiding his meetings with her."

"You could have stopped it Dean. You could have prevented everything that happened later if you'd have just told Sam immediately, that she was lying, that she'd told you that there was no way to save you; but you stayed silent. You Winchester's really are a bunch of chuckleheads, you make these deals because you all think your life is less worthy than their's, and you can't help but lie and hide information from each other all the time. You really should work on those issues, I could recommend a good book?"

"She sunk her nails in right from the very beginning Dean, oh don't get me wrong there was no blood spilt at first, that came later; but she started manipulating Sam in ways I don't think even he knew, edging her way to becoming the one person he felt he could trust with everything, she even topped you Dean. Coaching him, teaching him, exploiting his weakness for you, scheming and maneuvering him down a path we had already laid out for him. We had to fight hard to keep our patience in check, to take things slowly to avoid detection from you, but we knew we wouldn't have to be patient for too long, that your time was soon to be up, so we pushed Ruby even harder, pushed her closer to your brother, made her the one he would turn to when your time here finally ended."

"I wanted a ringside seat that day Dean, wanted to be there when the clock finally struck, and the hell's bell's peeled out, and hounds finally came for their feast; but I had work to do else where, Lucifer was stirring, and I had to tend to his needs. I watched later though, watched as they tore and ripped at your flesh, I got goose bumps as I heard your screams Dean, my excitement elevated that much. And to see Sammy, so distraught, so lost, so alone, well if I was human, I'm sure I would have shed a tear or two; but I'm not and all I felt was joy."

"That joy was increased tenfold when your ass was finally laid upon the rack. I must admit I felt a touch saddened, as you do have such a pretty little ass; but your screams for Sammy dearest eased my sadness away, and I enjoyed hearing you yell and wail after that. Do you know what Sammy was doing whilst you were in such pain? Oh he went all emotional at first, as all you pathetic little human's like to do, but once Bobby mentioned salt and burns he sobered up pretty quickly and left, and soon he was whoring his fine ass off to us demons too."

"Ruby found him again when he was at his lowest, he'd left Bobby's and buried you and had tried desperately to find a way to bring you back, and believe me Dean, he really did try. Rituals, shaman's, spell's, potion's, he tried anything and anyone he could find, no matter how small a chance it or they had of succeeding, but the deal was airtight. He even tried the crossroads deal, but who would want to risk the wrath of Lucifer by taking him up on his offer? When Ruby finally tracked him down, he was at the point where he wanted to end it all. At his lowest, she struck."

"She told him of a way to make all demons pay for what they had done to him, to you, to Jess, to his Mom and Dad; and because he was at his lowest, he fell for every word she told him. She told him she could make him strong enough to defeat anything that hell could throw at him, told him that if he could do that nobody would refuse to help him and he would get the deal he wanted. Slowly over weeks her words began to seep into his mind, and slowly he began to believe them. At first it was a diluted mix taken from a flask, but Sam could feel it's pull straight away. She worked him, and goaded him into using his powers, made him forget all about the promises he had made to you. Congratulated him when he saved his first human host, he never did lose that need to save people Dean; and pushed him even harder on the days he failed."

Meg moved so that she was by Dean once again, her legs spreading as she straddled his lap once more. "Still though Dean, he tried to turn away, tried to force her away from him, tried to do what he thought was the right thing, tried to go back to the man who had made that promise; so she chose a different road to take. She told him she loved him, she fed him lies whilst she used her feminine wiles against him. He tried Dean, he tried to push her away, but can you human men really resist when something like this is being done to you?" She ground her body against his, and nibbled at the sensitive skin of his neck, eliciting a moan of pleasure from him. Backing off she spoke once again. "See what he had to put up with? You moan after one minute Dean, and your not even alone. Sam had been alone, and to his eyes unloved for months. He caved, and Ruby struck home."

"It got easier after that, Sam thought he was in love, and maybe he actually was. He did whatever Ruby wanted him to, drank whenever she lifted her arm, banished demons with a mere clench of a fist without even so much of a bead of sweat breaking out. He was hooked, and now we could plan for our Master to rise once again. But then those damn pesky Angel's had to go and poke their noses into our business, reaching down and rising you back up from hell before we could even stop them. We thought all was lost then, little did we know that some of them were on our side, that some of them wanted us to succeed."

"When you came back and found out what Sam had been doing, we thought it could be all over for us, but by that time poor Sammy was hooked on the demon juice and all we had to do was hold back his supply of it until he craved her. Did you never notice his disappearing acts? Or his shakes? Or the flask he now carried? Of course you didn't, you were too busy boo hooing about your time down in hell, pushing your little brother aside more and more each day as you refused to talk to him, and when you did speak to him you spoke nothing but hatred words."

In a perfect imitation of his own voice she spoke. "Do you remember these Dean? 'If I didn't know you, I'd want to hunt you.' Or maybe this? 'He has something evil in his blood, maybe you can relate?' Or even this? 'Do you know the difference between right and wrong?' The list is long Dean. 'You're so far from Human' and 'If I didn't know you I would hunt you' and 'The Sam I know is gone' and 'You're a monster' and 'If you leave, you should never come back.' Turning back to her own voice she added. "That was the killer blow for Sammy, Dean. Sure the other words cut deep, but to hear the words your Father had thrown at him all those years ago now coming from your mouth, was all that was needed to cause his fragile balance to crumble."

"He left then didn't he? You thought he would stay with you, but he left thinking he was doing the right thing, and thinking his one last hope had gone. We thought we were home free, that all our plans would now fall into place and the Master would rise again, and Hell would finally take up it's rightful place as ruler's of Earth. We should have known better than to count our victims too soon. Should have known something would happen to spoil our fun. But we didn't, and when the spanner was tossed into the works, we never would have thought it would have come from him."

"What are you talking about, Meg? Who spoiled your plans?" Dean couldn't help but ask.

"Why, dear Sammy of course. We thought we had him firmly under control, little did we know that his love for you still burned deep within him, that his eagerness to prove himself to you still shone, that his need for you to be proud of him still held him back from what we needed him to do. You could have stopped him that night Dean."

"I tried to. I called and left a message, and he still went with Ruby anyway."

"Oh that's right, I remember now. After all the harsh things that you said, these words had to have been my favorite. Do you remember these Dean? 'Listen to me, you blood sucking freak. Dad always said I'd have to save you or kill you, well I'm giving you fair warning, I'm done trying to save you. You're a monster Sam. A vampire. You're not you anymore, and there's no going back.' Such sweet words, really heartfelt on your part."

"You skanky son of a bitch! I never said those. I pleaded with him, told him everything would be okay. I never said anything like you just spoke. You manipulated everything."

"Oh, no Dean, that had nothing to do with us."

"Then who?"

"We weren't the only ones who wanted Sam to break the last seal Dean. We never realized it until quite late, otherwise we would never have waited so long, it was. . . . . . . . . . . ."

"Zachariah! Fuck!"

"Got it in one Deano. Quite fitting really that the ones Sam looked up to, the ones he prayed to every single day right up to the end, the ones he needed reassurance and hope from, should be the ones that turned on him. You see, we're not the only bad. . . . . . . . . . . . . ."

Dean looked up as Meg faltered in her words. Looked up to see her looking towards the shadows to his left. He tried to move, tried to work his head around to see what had grabbed her attention, but the bonds still didn't have enough give. It didn't matter though, as she soon stood and walked over to where Sam still lay, staking a claim to him as she spoke to the shadows. "Castiel, you can stop lurking in the shadows now. Come join the party."

Dean sighed in relief as the familiar beige coated figure emerged from the darkness. "It's about time Cas, I was beginning to get worried. Get me out of these god damn ropes."

Cas flicked his wrist, the rope's knots silently untying themselves, the bands slipping down and allowing Dean to break free. "I'm sorry Dean. The woman on the phone could not track your GPS, I had to do things the hard way."

"Well I'm just glad you're here now. What say we. . . . . . . . ." Dean grimaced as burning pain, from unused limbs shot around his body. " You kill that bitch and we can get Sam out of here."

"I cannot."

"What?"

"I cannot kill her, she is stronger than me."

"God damn it. Then what do we do? He's hurt bad Cas, I need to get him out of here."

They both looked over as Meg began to laugh, a small knife she had procured slipping it's way back and forth across Sam's exposed throat." My, my, you two really are like an old married couple, aren't you? How would you feel though Dean if you knew just how much Castiel there had to do in Sam's downfall?"

Dean looked at Castiel, who had suddenly found the floor of the chapel more interesting. "Cas? What does she mean?" Seeing he would get no answer fro the Angel he turned back to Meg and asked. "What do you mean Meg?"

Her shrill laugh tinkled once again around the chapel walls. "Who do you think opened the panic room door Dean? You always wondered, you always figured it wasn't a demon. Well now you know."

Dean looked incredulously back at his friend, words blocked in his throat, betrayal cutting deep within him.

"Dean, I'm sorry. I was under orders." While Dean still faltered before him, Cas turned his attention back to Meg instead. "I will make you pay for this."

"You can try, but remember Castiel, I am stronger than you are. You can't kill me alone."

"No." Came a weak voice. "But maybe with my help he can."

Meg cried out as Sam plunged the knife she had dropped into her, the blessing he had tainted it with, holding her in place long enough for Castiel and Dean to hold her down. The Latin ritual he had long ago used on her falling easily from his lips, the cloying, thick black smoke once again forced from her human host. He watched as it found a crack within the ground and burrowed it's way back to hell, the strength he had managed to find failing him and he fell once more onto the alter, breathing out four small words before he fell into oblivion. "I'll never say Yes."

To be continued. . . . . . . . . . .

A.N. . . . . . . . . . . . As always I hope that you enjoyed, will be back soon with the final chapter, catch you later, Peanut x