It Wasn't Your Fault, Sammy…

{Notice!: I do not own the Winchester, name nor' have I ever. This was created purely for entertainment of others and myself. Thank You}

[Extra Note: I am just updating like crazy huh? Lolz, Its alotta work for me but damnit I know how much I hate it when people take forever to update their storys and I figure that since my chapters have been pretty short lately that I might as well work my muse overtime and squeeze out another chapter. Hope you Enjoy!

~Littleaprilroses]

Chapter 9

Dean's POV

Dean felt all former sorrow drain instantly from his body as his eyes landed on the former trickster/archangel. "SON OF A BITCH!" Dean barked and jumped to his feet, surging with hatred as his eyes landed on the archangels smirking face.

"Did'ja miss me Deanie?" He asked with a large, cheeky grin. Dean was about to respond to this with a good punch to the face, -even though it wouldn't hurt the bastard in the least-

But Cas beat him to the punch. Literally! Neither Dean nor' Gabriel saw the rebel angel until his arm shot out forward, clocking him straight in between the eyes and sending him flying back into the wall with a loud, 'TWUMP'.

Dean gaped in disbelief and pride as Gabriel just started up, wide-eyed before blinking a couple dozen times and shaking his head as if to clear it.

"Wow…Honestly can't say I saw that one coming." Castiel responded with a small grunt, narrowing his eyes and quietly rubbing his offending fist.

"YOU owe us some answers Gabriel." Came Castiel's gruff response. Dean nodded tensely, not trusting himself to speak without screaming a colorful varity of profanitys at him. Gabriel stared at both of them blankly for a long moments, carefully rubbing the sore area between his eyes, then sighed loudly. "I guess I kinda do huh?"

Dean and Castiel both nodded at the same exact time. Both sharp with there eyes narrowed. Gabriel sighed and started to explain. "Well, ya see its like this. I have full intent of keeping my end of the deal." He snorted, shaking his head,

"Like I need you two ass clowns hounding me all the time. Thank you, but no thank you." Dean let out a low growl, causing Gabriel to roll his eyes and continue, "But its not as easy as just popping in walking up to the demons and going,

"'Yea, hey I'm gunna just grab someone here and drag them outta Hell, could you point them out for me?' I gotta find the kid first!" It was Castiel's turn to snort.

"What on Earth are you talking about? We were able to find Dean within a few hours of our assignment! Its been 2 and ½ months and you have produced nothing even remotly like success!" Gabriel narrowed his eyes violently on the younger angel and ground out, "Cas… Its not THAT simple…They…"

Gabriel took a deep breath before going on, "They have Sam in a deeper part of Hell then they had Dean.. Where, Gabriel paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before, "Where the torture is intensified to the highest extent.

" He felt his breath catch in his chest. A cold quiet passed through the room before and while he was choking on his words, Dean forced out, "A-And what e-exactly does that mean for S-Sam?" Gabriel stared quietly up at Dean for a long moment, then quietly amended. "It means that if I don't find you brother in the next 2 days, You are seriously screwed

Sam's POV

Apparently, demons are more religious then we thought.

Well, with the punishment part anyways. They had just nailed him to a large wooden cross, -yea heard right, NAILED his feet and hands to it- all grinning wildly among themselves as they did. Sam's screams of pain as the nails pierced through his skin only seemed to excite them more and they all started to all giggle happily to each other. Sneering, one of his regular tortures walked up with his favorite long, leather whip in one hand.

And in his other was a pure black, thorny crown. Smirking, the demon chuckled lightly at the sight.

"OH great leader! You can't lead an entire demon army without your crown can you?" Sam tried to protest but was cut off by his own loud, shrilling scream and loud sobs as the demon pulled the thorny crown onto his head, drawing a steady stream of blood to ooze from his head. "There, now doesn't that look nice?" The demon commented to the others, holding his chin, one arm tucked under his elbow as he studied his work.

The demons all agreed as Sam felt himself wither in pain, head drooping down weakly as he stared lifelessly at the ground. A loud snarl suddenly erupted from in front of him and Sam let out a loud yelp of agony as he felt a hand snack him so hard across his cheek that his head flew to the side and blood spewed from his mouth.

And the demons next few words would change his words completely."Your pathetic you know that?" The demon hissed in his ear as his head hung weakly towards the ground. "I've heard about you Winchesters. Thinking you so high and god damn mighty.

Well look where you are now buddy boy! Your in Hell and your precious big brother Dean ain't never coming to save you." And with that one smack, and those few words.…though utterly insugnificant compared to all the other torture he had been through for so long, he felt something snapped inside him, and everything changed. He was right… Dean WOULDN'T come to his rescuse. Not this time.

And that no matter how many times he cried and begged, screamed and bled, that this was his fate. That this was the fate he had taken upon himself for his older brother. And suddenly, he felt as if someone and just lifted a painfully large weight from his shoulders and he couldn't stop himself from letting out a small chuckle. A strange sense of intense power and warmth flooding his chest.

The demon infront of him let out a loud roar of anger, "HOW DARE YOU LAUGH AT ME YOU DISGUSTING WORM! I'LL MAKE YOU PAY FOR THAT!" He screeched. Sam felt his entire body quiver with laughter, though not knowing why and suddenly he felt a large, joker like grin spread across his face and he looked up at the seething demon in front of him.

A loud group of gasps suddenly filled the scream filled room of the tortured souls, as the demon in front of him face changed from a fierce, outraged scowl, -the whip raised above his head that he was about to strike him with now frozen,- and his inky black eyes filled with horror.

"Oh Jesus Christ..." Chuckling once more at the demons choice of words, Sam couldn't help but slowly tilt his head, curious at why the demon had refrained from striking him. His crazy grin still plastered across his face.

"What is it? Something wrong there pal?" The demon just dropped the whip and scrambled back towards the group of demons behind them, everyone of there faces an equal match of horror. Whispering fiercely to one another, a smaller one suddenly scurried up to him, shaking in fear, her black eyes filled with terror as he merely just smiled down at her, strangely amused at the sight of her fear.

And he watched her shake as she carefully helped Sam down from the cross. Though Sam was completely confused at what they were doing, he just kept the grin in place, reveling in the awesome sense of power and warmth that pulsed through him.

Not knowing that he was now, their ruler. Not knowing that his iris's were now, a swirling mixture of there fathers very own, yellow. That he was now…A full demon.

I repeat, DUN DUN DUHHHHH! No one saw that one coming right? *evil grin*

Well, now you have to come back! Your just to curious to find out what happens next to not! And Imma take foreverrrrrrr to update so that you'll never wanna stop reading my stories! *doing victory dance when suddenly a large fan girl runs up from my side and tackles me to the ground*

"HOLY CRAP!" I would scream but the girls hand would fly over my mouth and she would pin me there, hissing "You will update as soon as you can and you will make the next chapter even better or else!" I would nod fiercely, eyes wide and she would glare, giving me death looks before jumping off and bolting off.

Slowly sitting up I would watch her run away, then slowly look towards you. "Dude ...Supernatural fangirls are fricken CRAZY!"