It was with a very heavy heart that Carrie left her daughter at her sister, Heidi's, place. She looked at Carrie, the same heart shaped face and once honey blonde hair her twin had. She had escaped their mother years ago and lived with her husband and five year old son Tyler.

Heidi looked sad when her sister very nearly begged her to take Lily in, which she did, asking. 'What's going on-?' then she saw Sam hugging Lily with a sigh, stroking her hair. 'Is he the father-?' She now asked, genuinely curious- Carrie had just turned up out the blue, heavily pregnant and never said who the father was.

Carrie nodded. 'That's Sam. And yes, he's Lilys father.' Heidi stared at the man- now she understood where Lily had her eyes and height from. He was extremely good looking, but she was prepared to bet he wasn't of her mothers choosing. He looked too rough to be considered. But it was clear this man, Sam, loved Carrie and Lily very much, as he always had one or the other in his arms.

That night, Sam leaned against the doorway as Carrie put Lily to bed, humming Love Story by Taylor Swift under her breath to make her nod off. Then she sat down next to her, a tear in her eye.

Sam sighed and sat down next to her, an arm around her waist.

Carrie just said quietly. 'Promise me you'll look after her.' Sam felt a cold shiver go down him now at those words. 'Carrie...'

'Just promise.'

'Of course I promise.'

Carrie put her arms around him then kissed him, but both could feel how painful it felt. But Sam was thinking- there was no way Carrie was going to be damned to Hell when she hadn't even done anything... no way at all.

Sam picked Carrie up into his chest now, feeling her head over his heart. He carried her to the room they had been allocated, then put her down, pulling the covers over them both.

Carrie let herself get pulled close by Sam, then snuggled into his chest, closing her eyes. Then she said softly. 'So much for Little Rich Bitch. Now I'm Screwed Little Rich Bitch.'

Sam chuckled. 'You got the screwed bit right.' Carrie groaned after a moments thought, then said. 'Your mind Sammy, it shocks me.' Sam grinned, then kissed the top of her head. 'I shock myself sometimes.' Carrie turned over onto her back now, staring up at Sam and raising a hand to his face, then smiled. 'I love you.' Sam smiled too, then lent down and kissed her for a moment.

Carrie sighed now, then said quietly. 'What really happened to Jess? It wasn't an ordinary fire...'

Sam sighed, then said quietly. 'No it wasn't...' Carrie listened in silence as Sam told her his entire life story, and there were tears in her eyes by the end.

'Lucifer's real-?' She asked quietly, suddenly afraid. 'And you fought him?' Sam sighed. 'I wouldn't say fought him exactly, but yeah.' Carrie felt so bad about how much she had cried over him about being a dick head to be honest... he'd had a much, much worse life than she had.

She climbed on top of him now, then kissed him passionately going. 'You're so brave.' Sam chuckled. 'Says the girl who has a witch for a mother.' Carrie chuckled too at that, then lent back down and kissed him again, running her hands through his hair. Then she put her head on his chest, closing her eyes. 'I miss my jacuzzi.' she said quietly, making Sam laugh and run his hand down her back.

'Only you would miss that.' He chuckled, Carrie grinned. 'I miss my dresses, stilettos and beauty treatments...' Sam sighed, shaking his head- only a rich girl could say that, then-

'What kind of beauty treatments?'

Carrie laughed. 'Hair, nails, massage and a good ol' hydro jets. I ache all over as if you've been doing me for a week... though, you can if you want- we'll only have like twenty three days left after mind, so maybe just the weekdays?'

Sam chuckled. 'You are too kinky for your own good, and I don't know about hydro jets, but I could probably do a massage?' Carrie grinned, then got off him, lying down on her front. 'Please don't squish me like you usually do (!)' she joked as Sam sat on her back.

Carrie groaned as he began, then said. 'You're pretty good for a caveman- massages, not in bed I mean.' Sam raised an eyebrow. 'Caveman? Thanks. At least I don't run around brandishing a stick.' Carrie snorted. 'Yet.' Sam chuckled, then said. 'Sit up.' Carrie sat up and he started on her shoulders. Carrie closed her eyes now in contentment, said. 'Bit lower down.' then only heard the beginning of Sam talking.

Sam sighed.

'Carrie... I'm not letting you go to Hell ok? I know I've made tons of false promises in the past... but this time I mean it. I couldn't stop Dean from going to Hell... and I failed to get him back... I'm not letting it happen to you, because no matter how tough you make yourself sound, I know you. You're the nicest girl anyone could meet, even though you have your tantrums and funny little rages... that's the truth Carms- you're scared. I'm scared. Scared to lose you... and you're fast asleep and not heard any of that right?'

He heard a light snore now, then chuckled- just his luck. He lay her down, then pulled the covers over her, thinking. He couldn't let Lily grow up in a world without her mother- he knew what it was like. And now it came down to two choices- a life with Carrie, where she could be spoilt like any little girl deserved and have a sheltered life with a loving family and no hardships... or a life with him, where that path led to... he didn't want her to walk down it...

Sam sighed, then got up, pulling his shirt and jeans on, deciding.

He kissed Carries cheek, then slipped out the door, closing it softly behind him. Sam sneaked into the room Dean was in, fast asleep and went over to his jacket, taking the Impala keys out and hurried to the front door before anyone realized what he was doing...

Or going to do...

He stopped a few meters shy of the crossroads, then went in the trunk retrieving the tin from under the rock salt and closed the boot, walking over to the center of the crossroads and burying it under the dirt and gravel, then stood up, eyes narrowed and fists clenched; he could almost feel his heart trying to escape his chest as a laughing voice behind him said. 'Sam Winchester... so eager to go back to being the devils toy already? Tut tut.'

Sam turned now to face the demon, its maroon eyes gazing at him with both amusement and curiosity. 'You know why I'm here.' He just said defiantly, and the demon smirked.

'If it concerns one Carrie-Mae Thorne, yes.'

Now what the hell's Sam doing? Men (!) Next up later on! X Nic