Chapter 6 is finally here. I have been battling a massive case of writers block, and since I have no computer at home anymore (yay technology), I have been writing out my chapters by hand, which takes a ridiculous amount of time. Please bear with me as I finish up the stories I have started to make way for new ones.

~Fallen Angel~

Sam sat silently on his bed in the crappy motel room he'd rented, cleaning his weapons. He was going to need everything in good shape for what was going to happen fairly soon. As he picked up his next weapon—a shiny .45 pistol, his thoughts rested on Dean. The .45 was Dean's weapon of choice, and he always doted on that gun more than any other weapon in their arsenal. Sam decided he'd do nothing less, and set to work immediately on cleaning his brother's favorite gun.

Bobby was due back shortly. He had been gone for a couple of hours, digging up as much as he could about where Asmodeus and his friends might be hiding. Bobby had thought of calling Ellen to help out, but Sam insisted she stay out of it, as he didn't want to see her get hurt or killed. This fight was for Sam to finish, and casualties on his end were going to be minimal, if not practically nil.

A knock at the door broke Sam's train of thought, and he got up to answer it. Bobby tore through the door, holding an old map.

"I think I know where they are," he said, spreading the map out on the table. He pointed to a spot on the map that Sam knew all too well. It was the cemetery where Dean killed the Yellow-Eyed-Demon.

"Why would they be hanging around the Devil's Gate? And how the hell can they be in there? Didn't that devil's trap reactivate itself when we closed that thing?"

"Once we opened that gate, all hell broke loose, and the devil's trap became useless. Have you forgotten that night already?"

Sam hadn't forgotten that night. Dean had almost been killed by that yellow-eyed sonofabitch. If it weren't for their Dad's soul crawling out of hell, the both of them would probably be dead.

"So what do we do? I mean we can't exactly go in there with a .45 and expect to kill them. These guys are high-end demons. We're gonna get ourselves killed!"

Bobby looked at Sam with a certainty in his eyes. Sam knew the older man had an idea.

"Do you remember what you told me about the first time Asmodeus tried to kill you?"

"You mean that bright light, and him running away? What does that have to do with anything?"

"Sam, he was afraid of something. Whatever happened to you that day has kept him away for three and a half months. Don't tell me you haven't figured that out yet. I know you, better than you think."

Sam sat down on the bed again and went back to cleaning Dean's .45. In frustration, Bobby knocked over one of the kitchen chairs, sending it a few feet in Sam's direction.

"Dammit, Sam! You're acting like your hard-head brother! I know you've been hiding something from me, and I want to know what it is!"

"Know what, Bobby? I can handle this on my own, and I don't need your help anymore."

Bobby lost his temper and threw a punch at Sam, sending him backward onto the bed. The impact left a nice red mark on Sam's left cheek.

"The hell you don't need my help! If you go up against Asmodeus by yourself he's going to kill you Sam! Get your head out of your ass and stay with me on this!"

Sam nodded ruefully and loaded a fresh clip into the .45.

"Let's get out there and kill this sonofabitch."

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Crouched down behind a large gravestone, Sam observed Asmodeus and his small army of demons. There were four or five other demons with him. Sam was definitely going to need more than the .45 tucked into his waistband, and Ruby's knife, tucked into the back of his boot for backup. Across the clearing, Bobby was hunched over behind another grave, holding a semi-automatic weapon filled with silver bullets. Both of them knew that guns were not going to work, but it was better than going in empty-handed. Sam listened up when Asmodeus began to speak.

"My sons, the time has come to seek out Sam Winchester. His time on this earth has come to an end, and your mother wants him hanging by his brother's side in hell. When you find the boy, bring him to me…alive. He is to die by my hand and mine alone. Do you understand?" They all nodded, and disappeared into clouds of thick, black smoke. Once they were gone, Sam knew it was time to make his move. Just as he was getting ready to come out, Asmodeus's voice boomed again.

"You can come out now, Sam. My children are gone."

Closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath, Sam slowly stood up, .45 in hand. He pointed it at Asmodeus and started to walk toward him.

"It's just you and me now, asshole. I'm about to end this, right here, forever."

Asmodeus chuckled evilly.

"That's cute, Sammy. You think that gun is going to do anything to me?" Asmodeus waved his hand, and the .45 went flying twenty feet to Sam's right. Sam took a step toward him, and Asmodeus sent him flying backward into a gravestone, pinning him there.

"You make me laugh, Sam. You really thought you were going to come here tonight and kill me. In your mind it was just that easy. Guess what?" Asmodeus reached down to Sam's pant leg, reached up to the top of his boot, and took the knife from its hiding place. "I just made it that much harder."

Sam focused on Asmodeus with all of his energy as he hovered over him with that knife. It was going to be harder to focus this new power than he'd thought. Asmodeus was a powerful demon, much too powerful for Sam's parlor trick power. Still, Sam focused on him with his mind, hoping he could do him enough damage to weaken the hold, so he could get a hold of that knife. Finally, after a few minutes, Asmodeus took a few steps backward, and started to grow weak in the knees. As the powerful demon lost his footing and fell to his knees, the knife fell from his grip and hit the ground. Bobby had taken this opportunity to come out from his hiding place and sneak up behind Asmodeus. As the demon fell forward onto all fours, Bobby saw an opening and snatched up the knife. Without hesitation, he drove the knife into Asmodeus's back. Before his vessel could die, Asmodeus escaped through the guy's mouth, and the poor man he'd been possessing fell dead.