((A/N: Yes I am a terrible person, I really should have worked more on this to get it done sooner sorrryyy! Though it isn't a dead fanfic I promise! In the meantime I did write a Hetalia 2P story should anyone be interested, that one is completed by the way. Anyway I also moved so that made a busy little bee! Though my next fanfic target to complete is this story ^u^ thankyou again to everyone who is reading this!))

Between the Lines

Chapter Ten

A "Supernatural" Fanfiction

Sam strolled aimlessly around the city. He looked above and examined the sky as it began to get cloudier. He wondered if that was because something bad was going to happen…probably, thinking about it, probably. As he walked a piece of paper fluttered down from the sky and landed square in his hands. The language written on it was the same as that of the other notes. Sam knew what it was, he knew it was Lucifer's contract with him.

He cussed and tossed the thing in a garbage can. He wouldn't be able to read it anyway. Sam leaned against the wall. What would happen if he wished Castiel dead? Would he be able to make it work? Would he be able to help his brother get over the loss and then gain his affections? Sam chuckled to himself. It may seem like a silly plan but how was it again that Sam gained his feelings for Dean? It was exactly that, his girlfriend dying and him being left with nobody else to stand by other than his brother.

At the very least it made him consider doing it. Sam forgot all about what Lucifer might have been planning or what he wanted. Even if they ended up in hell he could still have his brother to himself. So did it matter that this contract would most likely land them both there? The other most important consideration was timing. Sam had to do it at the best time, so it would have the most impact. He knew Lucifer would have to wait around for him to make the wish. This was on Sam's time and not Lucifer's.

Upon looking up someone on a nearby rooftop caught his eye. It was a tall man wearing a long coat, the man was six feet tall but due to the distance Sam had a hard time making out any more details. He inched closer to the rooftop, finding it odd that anyone would simply stand atop there. He was eventually directly below the rooftop and as the man standing there heard Sam's slight noises his head angled downward and his eyes scanned the area until they met Sam's. Meeting his eyes Sam recognized the man as Sherlock Hawkridge. Sherlock carried a sort of expression that told Sam he wasn't completely welcome to the sight. Sam shook his head and ignored the look. He ran into the apartment building Sherlock stood on. Making his way up the stairs until he got to the last doors to the roof, Sherlock had picked them on his way up and they were still unlocked as he hadn't been there long.

"What are you doing up here?" Sam was more confused than concerned. Sherlock turned and faced Sam. His eyes couldn't even pretend to be resentful anymore. He couldn't, however, bring himself to answer Sam. Sam glared at him "Who stands on top of a roof that close to the edge?"

"Think about it, Sam." Sherlock stared at the grimy pebbles he stood on.

"Dean!" Castiel called from four and a half feet away. Dean quickly looked in Castiel's direction. "I sense a presence of some sort." Castiel spoke quieter than before. Dean nodded and followed as Castiel led him to a nearby dumpster. Sitting near the top of the pile of garbage was a note, oddly untarnished from all the filth around it. Castiel snatched it up and opened it. Dean could see some of the letters on the other side due to the light from the sun. He recognized it as the odd language and eagerly awaited Castiel to translate it. Castiel covered the back of the paper with his hand to make the words readable and his eyes scanned the six hundred and sixty five words. His eyes widened as he realized it was for Sam and by the message it was clear what Sam wanted to wish for. Castiel was downcast but not surprised. He could see Sam's strong feelings toward Dean and knew that, especially recently, he wasn't entirely welcome in Sam's eyes.

"Cas?" Dean was staring at Castiel's changing facial expression. "Something up?"

Castiel nodded and gulped a little. "This note, it's for Sam." Dean's face went pale. "I can't tell if he went through with the contract or not but I'm guessing he didn't." Castiel knew that Sam didn't, after all the fact that his vessel hadn't dropped dead was a good sign.

Dean grabbed the paper "What on earth does it say!?"

"Nothing of any real importance, mindless blabber like that first note I showed you." Castiel sighed, he wasn't sure what there was to accomplish by lying but he knew now wasn't the best time for the truth to come out. Sam I know you must hate me, Castiel thought, but I still want to save you, if I can. Dean made a sudden shout that brought Castiel from his internal monologue. He looked in the direction Dean pointed and saw two men standing on a rooftop. At first he couldn't recognize either but as him and Dean got closer they distinctly saw Sherlock and Sam conversing over something.

In a matter of minutes Dean and Castiel were on the roof. Sherlock looked as if his privacy had been invaded and Sam was flustered to see two people he wanted to avoid. "Dean." Castiel muttered. It hardly took him a second to realize there was someone else on the roof with them. Lucifer expelled a deep, menacing laugh. His form was but a shadow on the wall but it drew all four characters' attention. They stared at the moving shade, even knowing it couldn't do anything yet the four understood there was a plan in motion and how lucky was it that the whole group happened to be on that roof at that time? Castiel knew it was more than a coincidence. It was a trap that led them all there.