Sam ended up stumbling out to a liquor store and he bought whatever he could get his hands on. He'd downed half of one of the bottles before he'd even reached his motel room. The whiskey was rough and it burned his throat as he gulped it down but Sam didn't care. He felt all fuzzy and everything was blurry. Maybe this would at least stop the nightmares, the memories and misery from creeping up on him again. He'd had enough for one day, he really had. He'd only managed to get through the first folder. He'd opened it up and had found web pages and articles based on 'The Woman In White' there's even been a recording a voicemail message from his Dad (who Sam had heard nothing about since he'd woken up) with some sort of EBP on it which led to another memory. Right now though he just wanted to forget, he wanted to block out the pain for just a few hours. He had all but passed out when it happened, the tell-tale stab of pain at his temple and he saw himself falling. He heard an echo of his own voice but he couldn't make it out at first. He saw Dean with is face swollen with blood all over it and he gasped.

I've got him

Got who? Sam wondered as he grabbed the nearest bottle to him.

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To say that Dean was angry would be an understatement. He was livid with rage; he'd been so preoccupied with Sam that he'd slipped up. Slipped up when he was supposed to keeping Ben and Lisa safe. He'd spent the entire day at the house and he hadn't noticed anything suspicious – because he hadn't been looking. He'd been just about to go upstairs when he saw that the back door wasn't bolted and locked. At first he tried to put it down to human error but then he noticed that the discreet devil's trap he drawn above the door had vanished and he knew. Knew that something evil had been here and he knew that it'd be coming back. He'd gone to the garage to get the demon knife when he'd been struck by the sight of the Impala sitting there covered by a tarp. For the first time in a long time he realised just how much he'd missed her. But even so he couldn't dwell on it. He'd grabbed the knife and then he'd waited.

"You must have some sort of death wish," Dean said with a smirk once he'd gotten a good luck at the intruder. Demon. Low pay grade from what he could tell, "You picked the worst place to have this fight."

"I didn't come here for a fight," the demon said. "I came here to kill the woman and child." It was said with so much disdain that Dean's blood ran cold.

"They've got nothing to do with any of this you son of a bitch." He said angrily. The demon shrugged,

"Who cares? They're your family and killing you is pointless, you and your brother are like flies, you swat and swat them but still they live on to terrorise you another day." it said and Dean's eyes narrowed,

"Leave my brother out of this…"

"Too late for that, right now your brother is drunk and expecting visitors!" it smiled cruelly, "You know were so happy when we heard Sam Winchester was finally in hell…finally a chance to get some payback. Lucifer's little golden boy had failed his great mission just in time for the full scale rebellion downstairs. We made his life a misery, even worse that what happened to you and he had the same options but he didn't give in, he didn't even say a word unless he was defending you….his filthy, maggot of a brother…said you'd been pushed into torturing. I didn't believe him but I admired him, we tried so hard to get him to break but nothing…then they let him go."

"What do you mean 'let him go'?" Dean asked angrily.

"One day he just disappeared, Lucifer and Michael kept to themselves mostly but we all believe that it had something to do with them. But this isn't the issue now is it Dean?"

"It was nice chatting and all but really I'm afraid that I have to bring our conversation to an end." Dean said as darted forwards and plunged the knife into the demon's stomach and watched as an orange flash of light went through him and the body slumped onto the ground.

Dean sighed as he looked down at the demon. He'd come for Ben and Lisa, they were in danger because he was here. He had to leave. For good.

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Sam knew that he'd always been a lightweight and two hours after he'd eventually passed out he find himself throwing up into the toilet repeatedly. He pulled a face in the mirror as he washed his face; his skin was pale and clammy. He hadn't taken any of the pills that the doctor at the hospital had given him and he decided that now probably wasn't the best time to start given all the alcohol in his system. As he stepped out of the bathroom, he heard a noise. It sounded like someone was scratching the door. He shrugged and put it down to it being a stray cat or something. Suddenly he wished that he'd thought to pack some salt when he was leaving Bobby's, he didn't even know if the symbols he'd drawn would work, and he had no weapons. Not that anything was out there of course. It could just be his messed up mind playing tricks on him.

He was dozing off when he sensed it; there was something in the room. His eyes flew open and he tried to jump out of the chair he'd been sitting in but he was forced back down.

"Sam Winchester…I would say that it's nice to see you, but I'd be lying." a female voice said and Sam shot her a dirty look.

"What do you want?" he said through gritted teeth and the other one laughed.

"Your life," he said with an evil glint in his eyes. "Why should you get a 'get out of jail' card and not us? We'd been down there for centuries! Centuries!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Sam said, "I've never been in jail before. The man and woman seemed to be surprised and they frowned at each other.

"So…it's true? Your memories are no longer with you," the woman said as a smile slowly appeared on her face. "I have to admit, that'll take the buzz out of killing you"

"Well then don't kill me!" Sam said quickly as he tried to keep the panic out of his voice.

"Maybe he has a point…" the man said, "I'd like him to remember everything that way he ends up as broken and pathetic as his brother, man I'd kill to see that.

"What if he's lying? For all we know he could remember everything!" The woman argued. As they argued Sam realised that they were demons and something clicked in his mind. He felt a wave of power wash through him, leaving him too euphoric to be confused. It took over his body and slowly he rose out of the seat and grinned at the male demon.

"You know, you probably should've killed me…" and he closed his eyes and the demons eyes burned bright before they dropped onto the floor.

Sam gasped as the power left him and he too crumbled to the floor. What the hell just happened?