A/n: Alright I have an update. I'm edging closer to having 20 chapters completed and when I do, I'll start to post regularly. I'm hoping I can stay on top of things, but I'll let you know if I've reached the end of my rope and have to break until I get another build up. If I have to change anything in a previous chapter that's important to the story, I'll let you guys know what chapter but part of why I'm not just posting immediately after I finish writing a chapter is to give myself time and make sure everything adds up. Thank you everyone for your time, interest, and patience with me. I know a lot of times with breaks as long as these have been between chapters can make it hard to want to continue or hold interest, so I really am grateful to those who are still with me here.

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Chapter 10

"Why?" Sam sneered. "So you can judge me and lecture me about my poor decisions?"

"No one's gonna judge you or lecture you," Bobby quickly responded before the elder sibling got the chance to open his mouth. "We just wanna know what's goin' on. You went off the radar and I've been outta my mind worried about you. You've gone through a lot son, I know you have. First yer wife, then yer Mom, then Dean. It hasn't been a field'a daisies for you." Sam shook his head but remained silent.

"If I hadn't gone to California...none of this would have happened," he replied in a small voice. "If I had just stayed in Kansas, Jessica would be alive right now. Probably Mom too. None of this would have happened to any of us. I never should have left."

Before the older brother could open his mouth, something else hit him. He swallowed and allowed his arms to uncross and fall to his sides. If he hadn't run off to make sure Missouri's words hadn't been true, he never would have pulled Sam away from Jessica. There's a chance they'd still be happily married and in school right now. If he hadn't been there, there wouldn't have been a ghost to injure him, causing him to get into the car accident that landed him in critical condition in the hospital. Mary wouldn't have made a deal and he wouldn't have been possessed and therefore he wouldn't have killed her. By all matters, he was the one that should be held responsible for their deaths, not Sam.

"It's not yer fault," Bobby reassured the youngest man. "If it hadn't been Jessica, it woulda been some other girl. The demon's were playin' you."

"But, I never would have met Brady. Which means I would have never met Jess."

At the mention of Sam's college 'friend', Dean tensed. "Speaking of, where is the little douche?"

Sam shook his head. " I...I don't know. I've been looking for him but, so far nothing. That son of a bitch can hide," he reported disappointed. "But trust me, I will find the bastard, and I will make him pay." Heat climbed his words and shone in his eyes.

"Let's just skip to the part where you tell us about being a suit for Lucifer and have demonic blood pumping through your veins," Dean remarked. "Oh and while you're at it, maybe you can explain why you tried to kill me and what the hell was up with that invisible choke out."

Sam bowed his head, his eyes scanning the floor as though he were expecting it to somehow save him from having to give any answers.

"Dean," Bobby scolded.

"What? We deserve to know."

"You already know about me being a vessel for Lucifer," Sam defended himself. "That's old news."

"He doesn't, Sam. He only remembers the events leading up to the car accident and right before he..." He stopped himself, not wanting to work everyone up again.

"You don't remember?" The youngest asked puzzled. "Nope. Nothing."

"Tom, a demon, let loose that I was one of many possibilities to house Lucifer once he was risen. I don't know why, but they all claim I'm the favorite." He paused and took a deep breath. "After you...after I left the cemetery, I learned more about me. Or rather about what was inside of me. Apparently what the Yellow Eyed Demon had come for those ten years after Mom's deal...do you remember that?" Dean shook his head. "Mom made a deal with the demon a long while back. Dad had died and she made a deal for Dad in exchange for...Well he didn't tell her what. But I found out it was in exchange for me. He came into the nursery one night ten years after the deal and he...He fed me his blood."

Dean raised his eyebrows. "He fed you his blood?"

"Yeah."

"And...What? You're a demon?"

"I have demon blood in me."

"How does that even work?"

"I don't know. But over my time without you...I met someone. Ruby. She was a demon. She said she could help me."

"And you believed her?"

"I wasn't right in my head. I just lost everyone," Sam's voice shook.

"And? Where is she now?"

"Dead. I found out that while she had been training me on how to use my 'abilities', she was actually getting me closer and closer to opening the last seal and freeing Lucifer."

"What's the final seal?"

"Killing a demon named Lilith," Sam explained. "Ruby may be gone, but Lilith is still out there." His voice grew soft and he cleared his throat. "Back at the house...Dean, I thought...I thought you were Ruby or Lilith or some demon pretending to be you. You were dead for over a year. I didn't think..."

"It's ok Sammy, I get it."

The upper lip of the younger brother lifted slightly before falling again. "How are you here?"

"Honestly, my money was on you," he admitted. Sam's gaze dropped again.

"I tried. I went to a crossroads demon and I tried to make a deal but no one would deal with me. I tried to look up magic of any kind that could help me, but all the spells I could find required ingredients I couldn't retrieve or help that no one would give. I thought maybe if I was strong enough I could use my powers...I'm sorry Dean. I tried."

"Don't apologize," the elder sibling said softly. "I'm damn glad nothing worked."

Sam's head shot up and his quizzical hazel eyes met Dean's green. "What? How could you say that?"

"Because it means you don't have a price on your head. Your soul is yours and not some demon's."

"Sam may not have sold his soul," the angel butted in. "But with having allowed himself to use his demonic abilities, he's brought himself many threats."

"Who're you?" Sam asked just now noticing the angel.

"Castiel. I'm an angel of the Lord," he answered.

"An...an angel?" The youngest's eyes grew large and watery in disbelief.

"Yes."

"Mom was right? There are angels watching over us?" his tone was hopeful.

"I'm afraid for you, that's not a good thing Sam Winchester."

"What?"

"You've remained hidden for some time, but I can sense whatever has been cloaking you is decreasing in efficiency and soon you will be easy to locate once again. You're a target again."

"But...I-I'm not opening any more seals," he stuttered nervously. "I want nothing to do with any of them. Hell, I've even stayed away from Lilith."

"That doesn't change who you are. What you are. The demons are going to keep working until the seals are broken and their Master is free."

"But you guys will stop them, right?"

"I'm afraid not."

"Why not?" Dean interjected. "You're freaking angels. Aren't you suppose to float around on clouds and watch over people?"

"What Mary Winchester told you about angels isn't true. We are warriors of Heaven. We serve God and his word. Not humans."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"I was suppose to be the one that saved you."

"Saved me? You mean bring me back?"

"Yes."

"Well that raises a big question mark," Bobby replied looking from the angel to the elder Winchester brother. "If Sam didn't bring you back, and I didn't do it, and the Angel of the Lord over here didn't...who did?"

A/n: Thank you for reading! Hopefully it won't be much longer before the next post. Once again, thank you for your patience.