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THREE MONTHS LATER

"I'm going to give you one more chance to tell me where he is before I send you back where you belong." Dean circled the demon.

"I already told you, Disneyland." The demon had a weak smirk on his face in an attempt to mask the pain that Dean Winchester was putting him though.

"Alright, I've had enough," Dean began the exorcism and it wasn't long before the demon was screaming for mercy.

"Ok! Ok I'll talk!"

Dean paused and waiting for his answer.

"He's in Hawaii."

"I thought I told you," Dean said as he poured a bucket of holy water on the bloody demon, "that's enough."

Dean looked down at the page to start the exorcism where he had left off. He was still pretty new at the exorcising thing.

"Fine don't believe me. But that's where they have him."

"Hawaii?"

"The island of Kauai… to be specific."

"You gotta be kidding me. Why there?"

"They've got their reasons."

"How do I know you're not lying?"

"You don't. But it's the only shot you have."

"Does the location have to do with the whole vessel thing?" Dean asked, hoping to get more information. Bobby had filled him in quite a bit with all he research he'd been doing on it. Apparently, if an angel was going to possess a body it needed the person's permission. But they still couldn't figure out why demons would be helping an angel find a vessel.

"It's almost funny, how little you know." The demon laughed.

"Well, I think we're done here." Dean's anger was boiling up and he was just about ready to explode. He finished the exorcism and returned to his motel.

"Hawaii?!"

"I know Bobby, but it's my only shot." Dean rubbed a few specks of blood off of his stubble covered cheek.

"I don't even know what to say to that."

"Yeah, look I haven't had a lead in months now. I gotta believe this is something."

"I know….just," Bobby sighed, "be careful. Ya idjit."

"Thanks Bobby."

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"This doesn't mean things have changed." Sam said as he took another gulp of blood, "I'm not giving in to your little plan."

"Little?" Azazel laughed, "Sammy how many times do I have to explain this. You have been chosen since before you can even imagine. It's an honor."

"To become Lucifer? The Devil?" Sam grunted, "Yeah, I don't think so."

"I'm not worried. You'll come around." Azazel gazed at the tropical surroundings, "If you refuse to be bribed with all this beauty and with promises of prosperity, wealth, women, and more… we have another way."

Sam's heart skipped a beat, "You said you were through with torture."

"And you trusted me?" Azazel's eyes flashed yellow.

Sam's body went rigid, "You said my body can't handle any more physical trauma. There's nothing you can do to me-"

"I know that." Azazel smiled, "But I'm sure there's something we can do to Dean that will change your mind."

"Leave him out of this," Sam threw his cup to the ground and stood. His voice was bold and his eyes flashed black for a moment.

"It's too late for that Sammy, he's on a plane to our quaint little island right now."

"There's no way that's possible." Sam said, only half sure of himself. Dean refused to fly. There's no way he'd make it on a five hour flight over the ocean.

"Ahh, but with love all things are possible," Azazel said with a laugh, "He should be here in the next day or two. After all, it's a small island."

Sam shot Azazel a dirty look before storming off into the trees. They were set up in an abandoned plantation worker shack tucked away in the mountains. It was on private property, away from the public eye. Sam knew the little hut had a two mile radius around it of demon patrol, making sure that Sam didn't wander too far. They were trying to give him the illusion of freedom but Sam had seen then hiding in the trees on his morning jogs.

He'd been promised everything, from having his family reunited to raising a family of his own with Jess. Kingdoms, riches, armies, land, money, fame, etc... It didn't matter what they said he would get in return for being the vessel of Satan. Sam knew that right was right and wrong was wrong.

He had already crossed the line with the demon blood and it was too late to go back on that now, but he wasn't going to make another mistake.

He would never say yes.

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As soon as the seatbelt sign went dark Dean was up and off of the plane in record time. He'd probably knocked down a few people in the process, but he was past caring. Once outside, the humidity hit him hard and he was forced to take of his long sleeve button up and proceed with only his plain grey shirt.

It took a few hours to build back up his supply of weapons, as he hadn't been permitted to take any with him on board or in a check baggage. The airlines were so uptight when it came to weapons. But soon he had a little arsenal lying on a motel bed in front of him. He grabbed a few items and a photo of Sam before heading out on his search.