A/N: Heyyyyyyy guys! And she updates again! We're almost done with this story I think...just a few more chapters. Anyways thanks to VattaKeto, Dani, Kas3y, LeeMarieJack, Quest's Tails, Jenna, Sharllissa, NikkieSheepie, and Leandra Falconwing for reviewing! You guy are the best :)

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-Jaq


"Sam!"

Dean hadn't let himself expect a response from the white-clad person in front of him, but what little hope he had left still withered away.

"I doubt I can kill you. But I can kill your friends," the woman said. "I can make Sammy watch as I torture you. And then kill them."

Dean tightened his jaw and wished that the plan was better. "Not if I kill you first."

Sam-Lucifer- gave Dean a pitying smile. "In this vessel? Dean, if the world were dependent upon it, you couldn't kill your brother. Not to mention, I don't think anything you have could hurt me." He casually flicked his wrist, and Dean was thrown clear across the room. He crumpled to the ground in agony. Something was...not good. More than the usual 'crap-I've-been-thrown-across-a-room' not good. A wave of nausea overtook him, and he threw up. There was some blood, and Dean winced.

"This was a bad plan," he muttered.

"I could keep you. Hide you from the angels and keep you locked away for eternity while I rule. When I defeat my brother, I'll kill you," the angel mused.

Dean glanced around the house. It was pretty empty, sparce with the exception of a neglected sofa and a ratty table. There was a door slightly ajar.

"But first, I think I'll take care of Bobby, Ellen, and Jo." He-she? (Dean didn't know much about angels and genders- did they take the gender of ther vessel? Did angels even have genders? Maybe all angels were agender. Cas had said something like that once, but Dean didn't remember. Anyways, there were more important things going on at the moment)- smiled again at Dean. "You're going to love this part."

-:-

Dean was alive. Sam struggled, he threw himself against the barrier in his head, hell, he even tried begging, but to no avail. Did that mean that Dean had been brought back again? Or had he never died in the first place? Sam scratched harder with the metaphorical rubber needle.

Dean was thrown across the room, and began vomiting blood. Sam shouted, tried turning around, tried everything. Twice. But he couldn't even see his brother now.

But he knew that this wasn't going to end well. How could it? An archangel versus a few hunters with guns? Easy.

When he began walking out towards the door, Sam rallied his efforts. Nothing.

He was walking closer and closer. Sam tried to close his eyes, but he was, as always, forced to watch.

-:-

"I don't think this is going to work," said Bobby. "We need something that can hurt an angel."

"Dean thinks he can somehow convince Sam to take over," Jo said, remembering what the older brother had told her in the car.

"Well, Dean's an idiot. We need angelic help. Castiel, right?" Ellen asked. Bobby nodded.

"Alright. I don't know if this will work, but...Castiel, if you can hear me, please get your ass down here pronto. Thanks, from Ellen."

"Ain't gonna work," Bobby said. "He and Dean had a fallout. Cas went off to search for God, and Dean swore he'd never talk to him again."

"That's a load of crap. He could be dying!" Jo said angrily. She turned to her mother, who was thinking.

"Well, maybe we can improvise. Jo, check the trunk for holy oil," Ellen said.

"That might not work-"

"Joanna Beth!" Ellen snapped. "Do as you're told and go check."

Jo nodded and went to check. Meanwhile, the door to the house was opening and a young woman stepped out. She was dressed immaculatey, and it did't take too many guesses to figure out who it was. "Hurry up, Jo," Ellen hissed, tensing. She steppd back involuntarily, shielding Jo.

The woman smiled. "Dean is taken care of. You three...poor Sam, that's all I have to say."

Ellen went to fire her shotgun, but Bobby pulled the muzzle away.

"Are you insane? Sam's still in there! Anyways, shotguns can't hurt angels. Trust me," Bobby hissed.

Jo ran back with a very small container. She shrugged at the two adults. "Maybe?"

The woman faltered, and made as if to turn back to the house. Then, she angrily strode on. From inside, they could hear someone scream.

Jo's face paled. "Dean," she said.

"We can't worry about that. Make a circle."

"Don't you think Sam- Lucifer, that is, could see from there?"

"In between the cars. Come on."

-:-

Sam threw himself at...well, himself, over and over. Dean was screaming, in pain...and all Sam could do was watch.

Turn. Around. Go back for Dean.

And he almost did, his body faltering slightly. Sam redoubled his efforts. There had to be a way. Somehow, some way...

Bobby, Ellen, and Jo were clustered together. Jo held something, and Sam couldn't see what it was. Good. He hoped it was some magic angel-killing weapon.

"Sam, Sam..." the devil crooned, inside Sam's head, "poor Sam...killing all his friends..."

Sam shouted, he tried everything. But he couldn't do even that falter again, just watch through eyes he couldn't control as he walked towards his friends.

He didn't want to watch them die.


A/N: up next: somebody will die. You can guess who if you wish. :) If you enjoyed, leave a review pretty please? They keep me motivated for this story. Thanks for reading; have a great day!

-Jaq