What is it that turns you on to the illusion of power,
This thing that grabs you by the heart and makes you want to tear things down.
There is no reason why I should need all this power, but if you cross me now,
I'm gonna tear your whole world down.

The illusion of power, things I feel, seem so real,
The illusion of power.

I can' get the emotional thing straight in my head,
Everything I love dies to soon, or is already dead.
Don't stand too close I spit and breath fire

- The Illusion Of Power, Black Sabbath

Sam came around slowly. Becoming aware of his body, pieces at a time. Noting his legs and arms. His torso and eventually his head. His head felt fuzzy and distorted. It took him a second to remember the events leading up to his black out. The British Men of Letter's.

Sam had expected to wake up on the cold concrete outside of the bunker, where he'd fought with Ketch. Where he'd failed. Failed to keep the little girl, who'd already witnessed too much, safe from further threat. Instead he felt himself in a upright position, legs and arms unmovable. His eye's adjusted to the light, taking in his surroundings.

His was in a cell. Not solid and absolute like the one at the maximum security prison where he and Dean had been kept. This cell was made from steel bars, light cascading through them and leaving him with the ability to see all of his surroundings.

There was another cell to the right of Sam's, same structure as his own. Lily was in there. Sam was placed in a chair with metal cuffs holding his feet and arms to it. Lily was laying on a cot. The cuff with the strange symbols on it was still attached to her wrist but now it was attached to a chain which was attached to the side of her cell. The poor kid was still out. Sam noticed a small red mark on Lily's neck that looked suspiciously like a needle entry mark. He felt a faint sting the size of a pinpoint prick on his own neck. The bastards had injected he and Lily with something. Probably a strong sedative or maybe something that involved spell work like Toni's injections had. Either way it had kept Sam out cold while he'd been brought to this place and manouvered into the chair and Lily was still out now.

Sam gave an experimental tug on his cuffs but they didn't give an inch which hadn't surprised Sam.

Sam was a little confused as to why Ketch had taken him as well as Lily. Sure, he hadn't the best record with the British Men of Letter's but after Toni, the other member's he'd met had feigned alliance to the boys. Not that Sam had trusted them for a second but they seemed to want to get some American hunter's on side so this move was a little unexpected. At least Lily wouldn't have to be alone, though. Sam could do his best to keep Ketch's attention on him and away from Lily. Sam could only hope that they'd leave Lily alone and that he'd be able to take the brunt of whatever these dicks were planning on doing, until Dean got here.

He knew Dean would get here. He knew his big brother wouldn't stop until they had and Gabriel would also be determined to get his niece back so Sam felt pretty confident he and Lily would be out of here soon. The last time he'd been captured by a member of the Men of Letter's, British Chapter, he had been hopeless. He'd thought his brother was dead and Cas had been sent to god knows where. He was completely alone and although he'd fought to get free, because fighting is what they did, he hadn't really cared. The threat of torture was something that Sam had been used to. The threat of death meant nothing with his brother gone. He had been resigned and numb but this time was different.

Dean was alive and he knew his brother would help them. He also had Mary and Cas and even Gabriel in the mix now. Although Sam had been weary of the archangel at first, he'd come to consider him a sort of friend. This time Sam had hope and with the little girl lying in the cell beside's him, Sam would never stop fighting to get out of this place.

Dean felt a hand shaking his shoulder's. Dean wanted to comply, wanted to open his eye's and see what the hell was going on but his lids felt like weight's and right now he didn't have the strength to lift them. But the hands trying to wake him seemed to grow more urgent so Dean begrudgingly prized his eye's open.

Mary was kneeling over him with a concerned look adorning her face.

"Dean? Are you okay?", asked Mary. Dean grunted in reply as he forced himself in a upright position. As Dean took in the scene around him, his memory made an appearance. He remembered Ketch. Sam had been right and he had come for Lily but Ketch had come alone. So even as the bunker's alarms sounded, he was confident that a group of hunters and angels could take out one human. Dean had been sure that Ketch couldn't beat all of them.

But as it turned out, Ketch didn't need beat them. He only had to defend himself until he'd drawn blood and drawn the symbol on the wall. Dean noticed the bloodied symbol that had since dried. He didn't recognize it. It wasn't an angel banishing sigil but it was some sort of spell. One that had managed to incapacitate everyone in the room including the angel's.

Speaking of the angel's, they too were coming around. Dean scanned the room for Sam, before remembering that Sam had been sleeping. Suddenly Dean didn't feel so tired anymore as he jumped to his feet and ran in the direction of Sam's room. Sam's sheets were strewn across the bed but had no Sam in them. Sam's weapon was missing from it's usual place. Dean felt his heart constrict. Dean hadn't noticed his mom, Cas and Gabriel catch up with him.

"I'm going to check Lily's room", announced Gabriel worriedly. In seconds he was back with the other's.

"I've searched the entire bunker, Lily and Sam aren't here", told Gabriel with a worried expression.

Dean shook his head in denial, "No. No! This is not happening again!", yelled Dean before storming out of the bunker. There were tire marks from where a car had recently skidded off. Dean's jaw clenched as he noticed a small pool of blood not far from the skid marks.

As Dean bent down to the blood, he was joined once again by the other's. Cas bent down to the puddle of blood too.

"This blood, it's Sam's but there isn't enough of it to be from a life threatening injury. I think the British Men of Letter's took Sam as well as Lily", admitted Cas quietly with a weary expression on his face.

Dean felt rage bubbling under his skin. He was sick of his brother being tormented, tortured and kidnapped on a near constant basis. He promised himself this would be the last time.

"Okay, we'll just have to find them then and after we save them, I'm going to kill that son of a bitch who took them", snarled Dean.

A week later...

Sam had been able to keep track of time since he and Lily had been captured. He was thankfully for the daylight that was visible. It allowed him to keep an accurate track of days. Sam knew it have been a week.

So far, they'd barely acknowledged Sam's presence, focusing solely on Lily. They hadn't hurt her a such at this point but they regularly injected her with unknown substances. Sam noticed they were watching out for some kind of reaction and always seemed disappointed, apparently not getting the results they wanted. It had been mostly Ketch. The stoic man in a white lab coat came in to use the apparatus in the half of the room that didn't contain two cells, to concoct whatever it was they were giving Lily. The white lab coated man usually left the room after though, leaving Ketch to administer the injection. The far side of the room was covered by a mirrored window. The type where you can't see out of it but other's can see in. Sam guessed that that's where the doctor or scientist or whatever the hell that guy was, went when he left the room.

Lily hadn't seemed to be in pain from any of the injections but she was afraid. There were plenty of times when he and Lily were left alone in their cells and Sam would use this time to assure Lily that they'd be okay. Sam wasn't sure she believed him.

Sam would be released from the shackled chair only 3 times a day. 2 times throughout the day and then through the night to sleep but his ankle was always chained. Apparently they didn't trust him not to try anything.

Sam had once again been bound to the chair and the man in the lab coat once again prepared an injection. This was Sam's cue to start trying to get a rise out of the men. To distract their attention away from Lily but so far it hadn't worked. These men were emotionless and Sam's relentless provocation didn't seem to touch them.

The man in the lab coat left the room as Ketch made his way to Lily's cell who peered at Sam warily.

"I've got to admit, you've definitely got balls. I mean, kidnapping the devil's daughter...if he finds out it'll be your head on a plate", provoked Sam. For the first time, Sam saw a moment of hesitation in Ketch's eye's. It was enough motivation to continue.

"Hell, forget Lucifer. What about God. You've kidnapped his grandchild. He's not going to be happy about that. I'm not sure if you've read the bible but he's pretty into the whole wrath thing. I don't care how many obscure spells or weapons you have, you can't outrun God and Lucifer forever", goaded Sam. It had worked. Ketch put down the needle and opened Sam's cell.

Ketch walked over to Sam, evaluating him with his eye's. Sam should have expected it. Sam had been expecting it but the forceful back handed slap across his cheek shocked him, snapping his head to the side.

"Why do you want with Lily?", questioned Sam quietly, never disturbing his eye contact with Ketch.

"Knowledge is power. We can collect a great deal of knowledge from the child", stated Ketch calmly.

"So what's all of the injections about? How is that collecting information", asked Sam.

"That is our business, Samuel", disregarded Ketch.

"Okay, what about me? What do you want with me?", wondered Sam.

"We wanted to build bridges with the American hunter's. The Winchester brother's are notorious in the American hunter's circle. It was thought that being civil and gaining your trust would be more helpful when it came to building bridges with other hunter's but considering latest developments, I think other hunter's will agree with our decision on what to do with you", smirked Ketch.

"What are talking about?"

"Have you or have you not experienced a vision recently?", asked Ketch.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"The British Men of Letter's have had great success in eliminating supernatural threats in England. The way we have achieved that is by being thorough. By anticipating every move and by ensuring we leave no loose ends. Anyone who is a inhuman creature or has supernatural abilities is a threat to society and will eliminate said threats. You're a psychic Sam, therefore you are a threat. So, I'm going to eliminate you. Just like I eliminated those prison guards after you and your narrow sighted brother let them go. Just like we eliminated that psychic friend of yours...Magda, was it?", smiled Ketch coldly.

Sam felt like the wind had been knocked out him. His meeting with Magda had been brief but he had connected with the young woman. She was not evil or a 'creature'. She was simply a human with psychic abilities. A girl who had been abused by her own family and been made to believe she was pure evil. Magda had never meant to hurt anyone, she'd only wanted help. Aware of who she was and what she could do, Sam had been sure she wouldn't hurt anyone else because he saw a goodness in her.

Fortunately, Sam hadn't been locked in a basement and been forced to whip himself like Magda had but he did understand what it was like to know that your own family believed you were evil. John had thought Sam had evil within him. He'd told Dean that he would possibly have to kill him. It had killed Sam and made him doubt all that he was. Magda had been locked away, constantly being told by the person she cared about that she was the devil. Sam had regarded that hunt as a good one. He'd felt good to know that Magda now had a future ahead of her. That she'd have the chance to live a life she deserved.

Now, all that Sam felt was a deep sense of guilt. What was he thinking, letting a young girl go off on her own like that? She's been off to stay with her aunt but somewhere in between, Ketch had killed.

"She was no more than a kid. An innocent kid", seethed Sam.

"I think you and I have a different definition of innocent. She had killed two innocent people with her abilities", countered Ketch.

"She never meant to hurt anyone. It wasn't her fault and how many innocent people have you killed? The guards? Magda? I'm guessing there the latest of a long line so what makes you so much better than them? Why is it that you are so righteous but they deserved to be killed?", implored Sam letting emotions take control a little.

"The guards were a liability. I killed everyone who knew about your little prison break. If the word had got out it would have drawn national attention to you and your brother which would risk bringing attention to our world. A key component of keeping people safe from the supernatural dangers of the world is ignorance. If civilian's become aware of the existence of supernatural beings, there would be a moral panic. Killing those guards was necessary move. Sometime's you have to crack a few eggs to make an omelet. Sacrifice's have to be made for the greater good. You should know that more than anyone Sam, there are more than a few innocent live's lost, on your conscious, I believe. We are more alike than you think", stated Ketch.

"I am nothing like you", insisted Sam.

"That's true. I am not tainted by impure blood. We have been keeping track of you and your brother, Sam. We are fully aware of your past indiscretions. We believed that all the demon blood was cleansed of your system when God put you on that plane, after you'd set Lucifer free but then you have another premonition so it looks like we were wrong. Now you are a threat too, Sam", informed Ketch.

"If you want to 'eliminate' me, why a haven't you killed me?", asked Sam.

"Well there is time for that yet. There is still information to be drawn from you", smiled Ketch.

"You haven't been near me in a week, funny way to get information", frowned Sam.

"For now, the nephilim was a higher priority and no one is coming to find you, Sam. So we have all the time in the world", stated Ketch.

He turned from Sam and once again picked up the syringe and headed towards Lily.

"Stay away from her", ordered Sam with as much conviction as he could muster. Ketch inserted the needle under Lily skin and injected the liquid.

The last injection that had been delivered to Lily had affected her. It seemed to trigger her aging process. Lily now looked around the age of a 15/16 year old girl. However, as she fearfully glanced at Sam as if she was begging him to help, it was painfully obvious just how young she really was.

"It's okay Lily, we're going to get out of here. We'll be back at the bunker before you know it", promised Sam.

Ketch and the other guy, who Sam still hadn't caught a name for, walked in.

"So, any further developments from the serum?", questioned Ketch.

"No, it does seemed to have triggered her bodies physical aging process but no other findings have been observed", affirmed the man.

"We need to go back to the drawing board. The serum is obviously not working the way we need it too. You need to devise a new formula. There is no point in continuing the current batch of injections when they are obviously not working", ordered Ketch. The man in the lab coat nodded and exited.

"Well, Sam. It seems as though our progress with the nephilim is on hold. That means I get to focus my attention on you", remarked Ketch with a tight smile.

3 days later...

Sam's head lolled to the side, his body was littered with fresh bruises. More of the same of what Toni had done. Although Sam had to admit that Ketch was slightly more efficient than Toni. He knew how to make his captives talk. Sam had no doubt that in a usual situation, Ketch would have no trouble extracting information from someone but Sam wasn't your average person. As he'd told Toni, he'd been tortured by Lucifer, no amount of pain that Ketch could bring to Sam would be new. He'd been through much, much worse.

Sam had stayed tight lipped over the past 3 days. The other guy had yet to return so Sam guessed that he must be still working on whatever serum they were creating. Sam didn't mind. He'd take the hits if it gave Lily a break but he could here Lily's constant whimpers and occasionally rage filled words at Ketch. Sam was almost certain that the cuff they had Lily in, blocked her powers somehow. Because Sam sensed her rage. Lily was protective of the people she cared about and Sam guessed that if Lily had full use of her powers, Ketch would be toast by now.

Ketch began to talk which brought Sam's attention away from Lily.

"You know Sam? It really is in your best interest to talk to me. You're only alive whilst your still useful and if you refuse to talk I will have no use for you", stated Ketch.

"Well, you're planning on killing me anyway, what's the point of delaying the inevitable", snarled Sam.

Ketch pulled out a syringe from his supplies and pulled out a liquid vial before heading back to Sam.

"Let me guess, some hallucinogenic/spell that will mess with my head? Toni tried that too but I didn't tell her anything either", remarked Sam.

Ketch didn't bother to answer, he simply store into Sam's eye's. The look in Ketch's eye's unnerved Sam. He'd faced more monsters than he could recount. Spent years with Lucifer. But something about Ketch was different. Before the cage, Sam had considered Lucifer cold and calculating but after spending more than a century with him, Sam realized that Lucifer was a tornado of emotion. He was full of hate, resentment, anger, pain and self righteousness. He was evil and would destroy a planet without a second thought but despite how much he hated them, there was something kind of human about Lucifer.

Looking into Ketch's eye's. He saw no humanity. No emotion. Just a cold glint and a task at hand. Sam could see that this man would have no qualms in killing innocent people. No problem with killing a child. He wouldn't lose any sleep. Lucifer may be evil personified but he had weaknesses. Buttons that could be pressed but Ketch didn't seem to care about a damned thing. How were you supposed to beat that? Despite there insistence that they were intellectuals, the British Men of Letter's were trained killers. Merciless. Sam knew that nothing good would come from under estimating them. Sam knew that even if Dean swept in to save the day, it wouldn't be the last they saw of the organisation.

"Now Sam, this little injection conjures people's worse fears. Makes them see people they fear the most. Let's hope it doesn't liquidate your brain in the process", smiled Ketch as he plunged the needle into Sam's neck.

Nothing happened at first. Sam was waiting for the shoe to drop. He'd wondered if the liquid had been ineffective until he heard a familiar voice and his blood ran cold.

Lucifer.

2 days later...

Dean paced restlessly in the bunker, "Why the hell haven't you found them yet? You're supposed to be a freaking archangel? Can you do anything?", yelled Dean to Gabriel.

"It isn't just your brother that is missing, Dean. My niece is too, don't you think if I could have gotten them by now that I would've off? Wherever they are, they must be warded from angel's. These are no regular human's, they have a lot of knowledge on their side", argued Gabriel.

Dean stormed off, annoyed by Gabriel's presence. It wasn't Gabriel's fault but Dean needed to blame someone and Gabriel was the easiest to take his anger out on without feeling like a jerk.

Dean found himself in Sam's room. In the time since Sam and Lily had been taken, Dean had made Sam's room up just how he liked it. Clinically neat. Dean sat down on the edge of Sam's bed and dropped his head. He wasn't the praying type. That was Sam's thing but he was pretty much willing to try anything. Chuck didn't have the best record when it came to answering prayers but this time, his granddaughter was involved so it was worth a shot.

"Hey Chuck? I know you're having family time with your sister and all that but something's happened. Sam and Lily have been taken and the people who have them are dangerous. They're warded from angel's and we...we need help to get them back so if you have your ear's on...we could really do with a hand", sighed Dean who wasn't exactly surprised to receive no answer.

He walked back to his family. He was more than surprised to find the added addition of Chuck and Amara in the war room. Dean felt that same magnetic pull towards Amara that he had felt when she had been released but it wasn't hard to ignore this time, there was more important things like getting Sam home.

"Dad?", asked Gabriel.

"Son", smiled Chuck, "I heard your prayers Dean. Amara and I have come to help".

"Sammy, talk to me", moaned Lucifer. Wearing his old vessel, Nick.

"Just an hallucination", Sam repeated to himself as a mantra. The past couple of days had been spent alternating between witnessing his family being killed, particularly Dean and visits from Lucifer. Sometimes both simultaneously. His two biggest fears.

"What makes you so sure that I'm not real, Sam? I mean doesn't your life lately seem a bit far fetched? I mean Dean surviving a stand of with auntie Amara and then mommy dearest being back too? When did you guys ever get that lucky. Then the president is possessed by moi and you take in my offspring? Doesn't that sound a little crazy even by your standards? Have you ever considered that maybe you never got free of that uptight British bitch? That maybe all of what's happened since was an elaborate mind game? That steamy randezvous with her had seemed oh so real, hadn't it Sammy?", questioned Lucifer.

A wave of doubt ran through Sam. No. This was real. Dean was alive. Dean was okay. Sam inwardly repeated it to himself.

"Aww Sammy, you really are a loose can of screws aren't ya? How can you ever really be sure what's real and what's not? After our time together in the cage, doesn't it ever occur to you that you can't trust anything that happens to you? Can't be sure that, that messed up noggin of yours is making stuff up? Sucks to be you", grinned Lucifer. No, this wasn't Lucifer. This was some image of Lucifer his brain had made up. He promised himself that but whether it was his insecurities being played on or whatever drug that was in his blood, a seed of doubt had been planted in Sam that he couldn't shake.

Sam clenched his eye's to block out Lucifer standing in front of him.

Lily watched in horror as Sam whimpered quietly and mumbled to someone who wasn't there. Whatever the man had done to Sam, Sam was suffering and Lily felt useless. No matter how frustrated she got, her powers were lost too her and she had sit and watch as Sam was hurting.

Sam was still in his own world when Ketch returned. He went to Sam, holding a new device in his hand. Lily didn't know what it was but when Ketch brought the device to Sam's body, he writhed in pain. A scream escaping his mouth.

"Y...you, you're n..not..rr...real", Stuttered Sam. Sam was seeing someone different.

"If only your brother could see you now. So weak. He'd be ashamed. Dean Winchester may be a neanderthal but he was strong. What would he say if he saw his brother, a snivelling wreck", snarled Ketch spitefully.

Sam visibly flinched at the words. Lily felt a rage filling her. The anger sent a wave a heat spreading through her body. She inhaled deeply. She felt true hatred. This man didn't know her or Sam yet he took it upon himself to take them from their home and treat them like they were nothing. She felt anger as she looked at Sam, a man who'd showed nothing but kindness to her since Gabriel had took her took the bunker, was hurting. She felt anger that he'd continuelly injected strange liquid into her. Liquid that made her skin tingle with magic and aged her body further. She hated that they'd treated her like some kind of experiment. What gave them the right?

This man deserved pain. He deserved to suffer. Lily felt her anger grow intensely. So much so that it made her oblivious to anything else. She had not noticed her arms as the veins beneath her skin began to glow. She did not notice the room around her quake. And she didn't notice as the metal cuff around her wrist snapped open, falling to ground.

Her power was completely free with the cuff gone and Lily's destain for Ketch did not subside. Shaking with pure rage, Lily lifted a hand, lifting a shocked Ketch in the air. She twisted her hand and Ketch yelled in agony. Several bones in his body crunching. Lily felt satisfaction at his cries of pain. But the satisfaction did not quell her anger. Lily slammed her raised arms abruptly down and with it, the building crashed down around her.

As Chuck informed them of his intention of helping them find Lily and Sam, he frowned and sat down.

"What's wrong?", asked Dean.

"I sensed it too", stated Amara to her brother.

"It's Lily. I know where she is. Something has happened", informed Chuck.

With a snap of his fingers, everyone inside the bunker was transported to a different location. Wherever they were, it looked like a disaster zone.

Buildings were reduced to crumbled remains and groups of people limped in the streets, screaming for help. Others weren't so lucky. Limbs could be seen jutting out from under rubble and people cried for their dead relatives.

"What the hell happened here?", questioned Dean.

"Lily", admitted Gabriel.

Chuck walked over to a particular building, well what was left of it. A huge crack, about 1/4 of a mile long, spread along the length of the road. Chuck once again transported them across the crack and cleared the rubble of the building without any effort.

Once the dust had settled, the scene became clear. The ruined building had been where Sam and Lily were being held. Lily stood in the centre of the destruction. Despite the buildings fall, Sam was upright, locked down in a chair but unconscious. Dean fought through the remaining rubble to his brother and felt his neck. A pulse. Dean sighed in relief but not for long as he got a proper look at his brother. Some son of a bitch had hurt him again.

"Lily, what happened?", asked Dean. The others had joined him, taking in the scene.

"I think Lily shielded Sam when the building collapsed", noted Cas.

"Yeah but why exactly did the building collapse?" Questioned Dean.

"Because of me. I...I killed the man who took us. He's dead and I brought down the rest of this town with him", admitted Lily as her shocked face took in the destruction.

Gabriel noticed that Lily looked significantly older than when he'd last seen her.

"It's okay, it's going to be okay", he assured Lily.

"I killed people, didn't I? I didn't...I didn't mean to hurt anyone...well I meant to hurt him but nobody else", stated Lily. She seemed on the verge of a freak out.

"It's okay, Lily. I will fix the town and bring back the people who have been hurt", reassured Chuck.

Lily looked dumbfounded as she assessed the damage she'd done.

"Sam. He's hurt. They did something", noted Lily absentmindedly, still in shock.

"Okay, let's get everyone back to the bunker", said Chuck.

Chuck had brought everyone back to the bunker and fixed the town Lily had destroyed as promised.

Sam had been a mess. His physical injuries looked painful but no more than the boys were used too. It was the invisible injuries Dean was concerned about. Sam had barely seemed to notice Dean was there. He just kept mumbling about something "not being real". Lily told them how they'd injected Sam with some mind altering crap again. So Gabriel healed his physical injuries and removed any of the drug that was still remaining in Sam's body.

Sam had been out of it since though and Dean had taken his seat by Sam's bed.

"This is becoming a routine of ours and I don't like it, we're definitely breaking this habit, Sammy", sighed Dean to his sleeping little brother.

Chuck and Amara were with Gabriel and Lily. Although Chuck had fixed the town she'd destroyed, the fact that she'd killed multiple people in and fit of rage was concerning but Dean didn't give a damn. His only concern right now was his brother. Lily may have took down a town but she'd also killed the son of a bitch who'd done this to Sam and Dean was grateful for that. They would need to talk about what Lily had done. They would need to talk about the British Men of Letter's and Lucifer and a whole bunch of stuff but right now, Dean would concentrate on picking his brother back up like he always did. The rest of it could wait.