Sam wanted so many things, but he feared he would never get any of them. He'd been in Hades for what seemed like days; Sam was beginning to lose hope. His mother was the yellow-eyed demon, past enemies were running rampant throughout the city, and to top it off he and Dean were demons! I mean, what's a guy to do? Give up? No, that wasn't what Sam was about, he would go out fighting and win…by any means possible.

Sam was standing on top of the rundown building where the hunters were residing. The wind ruffled his hair ominously, as if to say a storm was coming. He stared at the sunrise, a gash of fire across the sky, and let out a weary sigh. A new day would bring a different problem; this seemed to be Hades' way of saying, "If you can't stand the heat, then die."

"Sam? Something on your mind?" asked a familiar voice.

"I'm just…just trying to piece things together. It's still too much information, not to mention everything I know has been ripped to shreds," Sam said, tilting his head to see his father step next to him.

"Well, I'm not going to pat your shoulder and say 'It'll be alright, Sammy'. You're a grown man and I know you can save this godforsaken city. I would be a terrible parent if I hid everything from you, Sam, so forgive me if I don't make the truth come out sweeter," John stated, wearing a stern grin.

"Why, though? Why me!? Why'd you have to go and f*** with my life!? I was pretty happy in my reality and then you drag me into this hell hole? What good can I do for a city that is on the brink of destroying itself? What, Dad? WHY AM I REALLY HERE!?" Sam spat out venomously, grabbing John's shoulder roughly.

"Sam, you need to calm down," John said gently.

"WHAT DOES IT MATTER? WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE ANYWAY, DAD! AND NO MATTER WHAT I SEEM TO ASK, NOBODY EVER ANSWERS ME! AM I A f***ING NOBODY!?" Sam yelled, shaking John's body fiercely.

"No Sam, you are a living person who is going to listen to his father for a few moments. Can you do that for me, Sam?" John asked, staring into Sam's black eyes.

"I…yes…," Sam murmured, eyes beginning to return to their original color.

"Good, now Bobby and I discovered that there are two supernatural monsters in the city that need to be taken care of first. If we can get rid of those two then it should be easier to get to your mother, alright?" John said carefully.

"Alright, so what are the two monsters we're hunting?" Sam asked, still slightly seething.

"Well, one of them has been confirmed: The Boogeyman. The other one hasn't been located yet," John said, leading Sam back into the building.

"The Boogeyman? Great, another childhood memory come back to bite me in the ass," Sam said sarcastically.

Inside, Sam was met with the icy glare of Bobby, who still didn't completely trust him. John walked forward and began handing out weapons and protective spells. Bobby snorted at the meager pile of ammo on the table.

"That's not going to last for too long, John. Not unless your boy is willing to use some of his demonic abilities," Bobby said with a cruel smile directed at Sam.

"Bobby, we'll make it work," John said, shooting a warning glare at his old friend.

"Fine," Bobby spat out, beginning to head out the doorway.

John cast a reassuring look at Sam, who returned it with a fake smile. Sam walked out of the building, hearing the sharp bang of the wooden door as John closed it. Sam had a bad feeling about this hunt, but then ever since he got here he seemed to get those a lot.

Pavement crumbled under the trio's boots as they cautiously made their way through a stretch of abandoned buildings. The sense of being watched was strong, but they were unable to pin-point the source. They should have stopped when the feelings began, but they were foolish and for that they would pay the price reserved for those who did not trust their instincts. Sam froze; he'd heard something coming from a building. It was slowly getting louder as the continued deeper into the city. He could hear it clearly now and from the looks on the other hunter's faces, so could they. Like the lyrics to a bad horror movie, they rang true:

"…when he comes,

count to five

and pray that you are still alive…"

Sam turned toward the song, his body rigid and ready for the upcoming fight, but what he saw was nothing he'd ever seen before…especially in his own reality. This would be harder than he thought, but when was it ever easy? Never.