You know, sometimes I don't fix the things I break. Sometimes I'm just as evil as Kripke. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Last chapter, okay?!

The blood on Sam's hands was gone, and he realized where he was. In the cage, with Lucifer, not on earth, with Dean…and Dad. And he wasn't thirteen. He was older.(A/N: I don't know Sam's age when he's in hell in the end of season six...) Sam screamed as flames tore at his arms and legs, burning him. Pain was hammering him from every angle. He let out a pained sob. He was Dean, but he couldn't have him. He was damned to live this way, forever alone with flames and mind games, but, he was happy it was him and not Dean. He was so happy….so happy.

That's it, folks! Poor Sammy. Ah, well. Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed, and please remember to review! Thanks again for reading!