Hello again my friends!

See, I didn't lie. Here's a brand new chapter just for you! So, I have a question for you all. Yes, I am asking for reader participation here. I have a brand new character, and I'm wondering if I should add her. If I do, Sabriel won't be a thing. (Yeah, I was planning that...sorry) If you all want a new character, be sure to tell me. If you don't, don't worry about it. The story arc will remain the same, and nothing will change.

Ok, the usual announcements. I should really have these prewritten or something... Anyway!

Supernatural and FNAF do not belong to me, nor will they ever belong to me. I only own my laptop and my twisted mind.

now we're good! Read on my friends!

(Told from Deans POV)

I have no clue what happened between when the Marionette showed up in pirates' cove, and when I woke up on the floor next to an empty animatronic bear. All I know was I was pissed…then I was on the floor. I quickly shook off the fogginess in my brain when I spotted Sam across the room, curled unnaturally around a table leg. I scrambled to my feet as fast as I could, before rushing over to where my brother was laying. I rolled him over quickly, hoping to god he was ok.

The kids shirt was torn even worse, and blood stained his clothes again. It broke my damned heart to see I had put him in this mess in the first place.

What the hell had I been thinking?!

I shook my head quickly, and tried to move Sam so I could see any wounds. Sam woke during this, and his eyes opened slightly. They seemed to be back to the hazel I was used too.

"Sammy?" I asked, hoping for any sort of answer. Even a punch to the jaw would have done for me.

Sam blinked a few times, as if he were trying to clear his vision. That's when I heard it. I swear to a god I don't believe in; it was the most beautiful thing.

"De?..." Sammy asked, looking over to me. From the way he was acting, I coulda bet anything on him having a concussion.

"Yeah Sammy, I'm here buddy." I said.

Sam stared at me for a second. He seemed calculating. "How long were you being possessed by Dad?" He asked.

I blinked a few times, unsure what the hell he was talking about. "Whaddaya mean Sammy?" I asked, moving so he could sit up against the table leg.

Sam took a second to respond again, obviously trying to breath this time. "I mean, you were possessed by Dad, dude. I think he's the one who made you do all this." He said. His head started to drop slightly, like it was getting too heavy for his scrawny neck to hold up.

"Hey! Sam don't fall asleep right now Man." I said quickly.

Just then Castiel ran over, followed by that Marionette animatronic. I hadn't noticed them before that anyway.

Sam blinked again, looking up at me. "I'm not fallin' asleep De." He said, his words slurring slightly. The kid definitely had a concussion.

"Dean? Are you hurt?" Cas asked, looking worried and completely adorable. Not that I'd say that out loud.

"Nah, I'm alright Cas, I'm worried about Sam." I replied hurriedly. Worried was an understatement. Major. friggin'. understatement.

Castiel knelt next to my brother, and checked him for worsening injuries. He frowned deeply at whatever he found.

"What's up Cas?" I asked, hoping it wasn't lethal. Not after I just got him back.

Castiel looked up to me. "I have to take him back to Bobby's, or somewhere safe where I can heal him again. His injuries have reopened." He said frankly. Geeze, would it kill the guy to sugar coat something every once in a while?

I nodded anyway, wanting to get out of this place as fast as possible. I glanced down at Sammy, who was dozing off again, despite his obvious best efforts.

"Take it easy buddy." I said, getting his attention. "Cas is gonna take you home. We're gonna get you all patched up." I said, before turning to Cas, and letting him take Sammy away from this grease filled hell hole.

The Marionette still stood there afterwards…like it was studying me or something.

"What are you staring at?" I asked, not liking the way it was looking at me with those yellow eyes…..which looked allot…like…Sam's…..

I frowned and stared at the animatronic after this realization. "Did….Did you stuff my baby brother into that damned Fox costume?" I asked, almost not expecting an answer…..which is why it kinda took me by surprise when I heard a voice in my head.

Now, I'm used to people talking in my brain. Cas does it all the time when he forgets about boundaries.

"Yes, Dean. I'm sorry I had to do it….But I couldn't let Samuel leave this earth." The animatronic said, sounding actually sad about what happened.

"Ok, so you're the Yellow Eyed Demon then." I said, almost chuckling at the lanky form that floated in front of me. It had comical white buttons down the front, and there were lipstick stains on the fabric arms. "Well, you aren't as intimidating in person are you?" I said, reaching down to where my knife should have been…but it wasn't. I frowned deeply.

"Dean, please. You misunderstand me. Yes, I killed people. I'm a demon, It's what I do. But I stopped that after Samuel came to this place." The Marionette pleaded.

Like, seriously pleaded. I swear I could hear tears in the guy's voice.

"Alright." I said, standing up straight. "What's your plan then?" I asked, not buying this whole Devil-Does-Care thing.

"I have no plan. Samuel needed guidance, and I was here to give it. My master plan failed on me… I saw no point to existing other than to get Samuel out of here." Azazel said. He was standing in a defenseless way. If I had my knife…I could have killed him. Or at least…you know…injured him or something. But I didn't...so I had no choice but to listen to what ever this thing had to say.

"go on. What do you plan to do now? You have no army, no kingdom, and you don't even have my baby bro to look after anymore." I said, staring him down.

"Actually…I need to ask you about that Dean." Azazel said, floating a little closer to the ground now. "I wish to keep looking after Samuel. If you will let me. I promise, I have no ulterior motive, I wish nothing more than his well-being" Azazel begged.

Azazel was begging with me. Azazel was begging to protect my little brother.

What the serious hell?

"Uh….What? How do you plan on keeping Sammy safe?" I asked. Why was I listening to this guy? I mean…he took my family away….right?

But he also kept Sammy safe. He also watched over my little bro for years when I didn't think to look for him.

Aw man. I don't know. It felt like I was really making a true decision for the first time in years…

I was about to reply with my decision when we heard a crash in Pirates cove. Both Azazel and I spun around to see the entire ship model come crashing down through the purple curtains.

"What the hell?" I asked out loud, running over there with my salt gun at the ready. I parted the curtains to see Gabriel...the archangel...drooling on the floor with a nasty cut on the back of his head.

"Another angel knock out!?" I asked out loud, bending down to check on the blonde haired jerk. I may not like him, but he did just fight to protect Sammy. He gets a pass this once.

I was busy checking how bad the gash was, when I heard Azazel shout from behind me.

"Dean look out!" He shouted, causing me to spin around in time to see…Dad.