Eleven. No Rest for the Wicked

"So Jess is alright?" Sam asked.

"She's fine. I just wish…" Dean trailed off. He didn't want to tell his brother that he knew this wasn't going to work out in their favor. If he couldn't tell her, he certainly couldn't tell Sam.

"I know." Sam finished.

The sound of sirens provoked Dean to stare at the flashing lights through his rearview mirror. "We're getting pulled over?" Sam asked his brother.

"I have a busted tail light." Dean answered. "It's not like we're in a hurry or nothing." Dean pulled over, the police car not far behind. He rolled down his window and took the license and registration Sam handed him as the cop flashed a light into the vehicle. Without looking up, Dean handed over the papers.

"Do you realize you have a tail light out, Mr. Haggard?" The cop asked. Dean looked up at the officer and decided to play this one calm.

"Yes… yes sir… uh, you know, I've been meaning to take care of that. As a matter of fact…" Dean swung the car door open, knocking the officer in the stomach as he charged out of the Impala.

"Dean!" Sam yelled as he got out of the car. Dean repeatedly connected his fist with the officer before grabbing Ruby's knife from his belt and jamming it into the cop's jaw. The officer's face flashed with light and Sam stood behind his brother, shocked.

"What the hell happened?" Bobby asked as he got out of his truck.

"Dean just killed a demon." Sam answered. "How'd you know?" he directed at his brother.

"I just knew." He answered and turned back to face the dead demon. "I could see it's face. It's real face… under that one." Dean and Bobby shared a look of worry before facing the body once again.

"So what, now you're seeing demons?" Sam asked as he helped his brother hide the police car.

"I've seen all kinds of things lately, but nothing like this." He responded.

"Actually, it's not all that crazy." Bobby pointed out.

"How's it not that crazy?" Dean asked in disbelief.

"Well, you've got just over five hours to go? You're piercing the veil, Dean. You're glimpsing the B side." He answered.

"A little less new age-y, please."

"You're almost hell's bitch. So, you can see hell's other bitches." Bobby responded.

"Thank you." Dean mocked.

"Well, actually it could come in pretty handy." Sam deduced.

"Oh, well, I'm glad my doomed soul is good for something." He scoffed.

"Damn right it is." Bobby argued. "Lilith's probably got demons stashed all over town. We can't let them sound the alarm. She knows we're here, we're dead before we've started."

"Well, this is a terrific plan. I'm glad to be a part of it." Dean continued his sarcasm. "Can we go please?" He walked back to the Impala, Sam and Bobby following.

"Happy birthday, sweetie." Mrs. Fremont's voice shook as she sat the cake down on the table in front of her daughter. The table was covered in bowls of candy and plates of cookies; any sweets imaginable.

"Happy birthday." Mr. Fremont and Pat chimed in, equally as nervous.

"Yay! It's my birthday everyday!" the little girl responded with a smile. She clapped her hands eagerly and blew out the candles before her mother moved the cake to cut it.

"Hmmm… cake. Again. It's good." Mr. Fremont said. Pat smiled a little and nodded in response.

"Hey, grandpa? Can I ask you something?" the little girl asked.

"Sure jelly-bean. Anything." Pat responded.

"Why did you try to go to Mr. Wayburn for help?" she asked. Mrs. Fremont looked up from the cake worriedly as Pat half-smiled, trying to escape his current situation.

"I didn't." He began. "I don't know what you mean."

"You're a big fat liar." The little girl said, the smile vanished from her face.

"I'm sorry… it was a mistake." Pat pleaded, beginning to show his fear.

"Did you two know about this?" the little girl asked Mr. and Mrs. Fremont.

"No." Mr. Fremont answered. They all shared worried glances and the little girl looked up at Mrs. Fremont.

"No." she repeated. Pat looked at the other adults, shocked that they would betray him.

"Grandpa? You don't love me?" the little girl asked.

"I do! I do love you!" he answered.

"No you don't. You're lying again. You're just a mean old man." She replied.

Pat looked up at Mrs. Fremont, his eyes pleading. "Do something. Help me, please." He begged.

"I don't think I like you anymore." The little girl spoke up again. She raised her hand and with a single wave, Pat's head twisted, breaking his neck. His body slumped over in the chair with his head landing on his plate. "No screaming, ok? Screaming makes me mad."

Mrs. Fremont removed her hand from her mouth and continued to cut the cake, choking back sobs. The little girl's face morphed back into a smile and she cheered up instantly.

"Mommy, can I have ice cream with mine?"

Dean, Sam, and Bobby watched through a window at the woman serving a piece of cake to her daughter. "It's the little girl. Her face is awful." Dean spoke.

"Alright then, let's go. We're wasting time." Sam said as he walked towards the house. Dean grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Wait." He demanded.

"For what? For it to kill the rest of them?" Sam scoffed.

"Yeah, and us too if we're not careful. Look. See the real go-getter mailman on the clock at 9 PM?" The three of them looked at the mailman sorting through the mail at the back of his vehicle. "And Mr. Rogers over there."

"Demons?" Bobby asked.

"Yes." Dean answered.

"Ok, fine. We-we ninja past those guys; sneak in." Sam reasoned.

"Then what? Give a Columbian-necktie to a ten-year-old girl? Come on!" Dean argued.

"Look, Dean. I know it's awful." Sam negotiated.

"You think?" Dean mocked.

"This isn't just about saving you, Dean. This is about saving everybody." Sam said.

"She's gotta be stopped, son." Bobby chimed in. Dean thought hard about what they were saying and looked back at Bobby.

"Oh, damn it."

"Read it again, mommy." Lilith asked innocently. She was lying in the little girl's bed with her head on her mother's shoulder.

"But I've read it 26 times." Mrs. Fremont's voice shook.

"Again." Lilith demanded before nuzzling back on Mrs. Fremont's shoulder.

Sam and Dean made their way through a few of the demons before Ruby appeared before Dean, holding him against a fence. "I'd like my knife back, please or your neck snaps like a chicken bone." She felt cold metal against her throat and saw Dean smile.

"He doesn't have it." Sam warned, holding the knife against her neck. "Take it easy."

"How the hell did you get out?" Dean asked when she released him. He had her in a devil's trap before they made their way to Indiana.

"What you don't know about me could fill a book." She spat.

Dean stared at her face, tilting his head a bit. "Whoa."

"What?" she asked. Dean instantly looked away.

"Nothing. I just… I couldn't see you before, but you're one ugly broad." He complained.

"Sam, give me the knife before you hurt yourself." She turned her attention to the younger Winchester.

"You'll get it when this is over." Sam argued.

"It's already over. I gave you a way to save Dean, you shot me down." She started. Sam was beginning to worry… he hadn't told his brother about their conversation about his abilities. "Now it's too late. He's dead and I'm not going to let you die too."

"Try and stop me and I'll kill you, bitch." He seethed.

"Hit me with your best shot, baby."

Dean looked behind his brother and Ruby and noticed the mob headed towards them. "Guys, guys! Hey, have your little catfight later." He snapped. They took off running towards the house. "So much for the element of surprise."

"Go, go! Run!" Sam shouted.

"What the hell is taking Bobby?" Dean asked when they got to the door. Sam picked the lock just in time for them to watch as the sprinklers came on causing the demons to cry out in agony. Bobby's plan to use holy water in the sprinkler system turned out golden.

Sam and Ruby stood over a body in the foyer, shocked. Dean shut the front door and turned to see the body and put on his game face. "You think Lilith knows we're here?" he asked.

"Probably." Ruby whispered.

The three of them maneuvered around the house until they ran into Mr. Fremont, Dean covered his mouth with his hand. "Shh… we're here to help, ok?" Dean whispered. "I'm gonna move my hand and we're gonna talk nice and quiet, ok?" Mr. Fremont nodded in agreement and Dean removed his hand.

"Sir, where is your daughter?" Sam asked quietly.

"It's not… it's not her anymore." Mr. Fremont answered.

"Where is she?" Sam repeated.

"Upstairs. In her bedroom."

"Ok, ok, ok… listen to me. I want you to go downstairs to the basement, put a line of salt at the door behind you. Do you understand me?" Dean whispered.

"Not without my wife." Mr. Fremont argued.

"Yes, without your wife." Dean demanded.

"No!" Mr. Fremont stated. Dean's fist made contact with his face when he deduced that reason wouldn't work. He slumped Mr. Fremont over his shoulder and took him down to the basement himself while Sam and Ruby continued upstairs.

Once upstairs, Ruby checked a room while Sam entered the girl's bedroom; he held the knife in front of him like a gun. He saw the girl and her mother seemingly asleep on the bed, the pink canopy surrounding them. He rounded the corner of the bed, switching the knife to stabbing position and his eyes made contact with Mrs. Fremont's frightened ones. "Do it." Mrs. Fremont whispered, motioning to the girl on her shoulder. He looked back and forth between the girl and her mother trying to collect his thoughts on stabbing a little girl. "Do it! Hurry!" Mrs. Fremont whispered as the little girl shifted awake. When she opened her eyes, she let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Sam raised the knife over the little girl and just as he was about to wield it down, Dean grabbed his arm. "It's not her!" he shouted. The little girl breathed heavily, grabbing her mother while Ruby entered the room behind Sam and Dean. "It's not in the girl anymore." He continued. He got Mrs. Fremont and the girl to agree to join Mr. Fremont in the basement and they moved back downstairs to the living room.

"Well, I hate to say I told you so." Ruby scoffed.

"Alright Ruby, where is she?" Sam asked.

"I don't know."

"Could she get past the sprinklers?"

"Her pay-grade, she ain't sweating the holy water." She replied.

"Ok, you win. What do I have to do?" Sam asked, Ruby looked at him puzzled.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"To save Dean." He elaborated. Dean walked up behind Sam. "What do I need to do?" he repeated.

Dean grabbed his brother, trying to turn him around. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Just shut up for a second." Sam replied, shaking his brother loose. "Ruby!"

"You had your chance. You can't just flip a switch… we needed time." She explained.

"Well, there's gotta be something! There's gotta be some way, whatever it is, I'll do it." Dean grabbed his brother again and he turned around. "Don't! I'm not gonna let you go to hell, Dean!"

"Yes you are!" Dean said frustrated. They looked each other in the eye for a moment and he repeated himself calmer, "Yes you are." Sam looked at his brother in defeat. "I'm sorry. I mean, this is all my fault, I know that. But what you're doing, it's not going to save me… it's only going to kill you."

Sam looked away for a moment, tears filling his eyes. "What am I supposed to do?" he asked.

"Keep fighting… take care of my wheels. Sam, remember what dad taught you, ok?" Sam nodded trying to fight back the tears. "And remember what I taught you." He added. Dean's eyes began to fill with tears as well as the clock struck midnight. Sam turned his head to allow his tears to flow. When he looked back up, Dean gave him a tiny smile as he tried to stay calm.

"I'm sorry Dean. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy." Ruby offered. Dean could hear the hellhounds growling through the house. He turned his head to the door and Sam followed suit, knowing something was up.

"Hellhound." Dean said quietly.

"Where?" Sam asked.

"There." He nodded towards the door. He took off running with Sam and Ruby into another room and slammed the door in the hound's face. He took out a bag of goofer dust and frantically lined the door and window with the dust. The pounding at the door stopped for a moment and Ruby turned to Sam.

"Give me the knife, maybe I can fight it off." She demanded.

"What?" Sam asked, confused.

"Come on! That dust won't last forever."

Dean turned to look at them right as Sam was handing Ruby the knife. "Wait!" he shouted.

"You wanna die?" Ruby asked.

"Sam, that's not Ruby. It's not Ruby!" he shouted. Sam turned back to Ruby who shot him across the room against the wall, the knife hitting the floor. She turned back to Dean and sent him flying backwards onto a table, pinning him. "How long have you been in her?" he grunted.

"Not long." She answered child-like. "But I like it… all grown up and pretty." Her eyes flashed white as she looked up at Dean.

"Where's Ruby?" Sam asked.

"She was a very bad girl, so I sent her far far away."

"You know, I should've seen it before… but you all look the same to me." Dean added.

Lilith walked slowly to Sam, tilting her head. "Hello, Sam. I've wanted to meet you for a very long time." She grabbed his chin and forced in a kiss, their lips sizzling. "Your lips are soft."

"Right, so you have me. Let my brother go." Sam demanded.

"Silly goose. You wanna bargain, you have to have something I want. You don't." she teased.

"So this is your big plan, huh? Drag me to hell, kill Sam… then what? Become queen bitch?" Dean asked venomously.

"I don't have to answer to puppy chow." Lilith responded. Dean tried to fight against Lilith's power, but to no avail. She moved to the door and twisted the knob. "Sick 'em boy." She sang.

Sam and Dean looked at each other before Dean moved his focus back to the door. The hound's breath blew away the dust at the door and it charged for Dean, grabbing him by the legs and dragging him off the table. Dean screamed in agony as it ripped into his chest; he could feel his own life slipping away. He thought of Sam, his only brother… how much he loved his brother. This was all for him. He thought of Jessica. He wished he had more time to spend with her, but he didn't. He could hear Lilith's laughter… it was deafening.

"No!" Sam screamed, tears streaming down his face.

Dean turned over onto his stomach and the hound continued to slash at his back, his shoulder. He struggled against the attack, still yelling out in pain.

"Stop it!" Sam shouted.

The hound had Dean flipped back and ripped more at his chest, blood gushing out everywhere. He continued to think about the people he loved. Sam, Jess, Bobby… above all, his mom. He hoped it would distract him from the pain. He was wrong. Lilith watched with a smile as Sam continued to scream out. Dean's voice went still and he was fighting his last breaths.

"No!" Sam shouted again.

"Yes." Lilith smiled. She held her hand up towards Sam and a white light emitted into the room. Sam closed his eyes and turned his head, and the white light retracted, leaving Lilith standing shocked and confused. Sam was huddled next to a cabinet when he noticed Lilith's look of horror. He stood and picked up the knife off the floor and walked towards her. "Back." She demanded as she held a hand up to him. He continued his trek to her. "I said back!" she yelled again.

"I don't think so." Sam said, raising the knife. He pulled back for the kill and Lilith forcefully exited Ruby's body as she screamed; the body collapsed as soon as the smoke cleared. Sam ran to his brother's side, crying as he held his bloody brother. Dean's eyes were wide open, but he was gone. "No… no, no, no… Dean." Sam sobbed.

Jessica heard a key in the lock and smiled, twirling the ring on her finger again. He said he would come back for it and it was something she would happily return if it meant seeing him again. She heard the door open and footsteps enter into the foyer. She walked hurriedly to the front of the house and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw who was there. Sam.

"No." she whispered, seeing the stains on his face from his own tears. "No." her voice got louder. Sam moved closer to her to try and calm her down, which only made her more frantic. "No!" she shouted, her sobs becoming more labored. Sam reached out for her and she grabbed onto him, both crying for the one they lost.

"We tried." Sam cried. "We really tried."

"I don't want to know." She whispered, calming herself down. "I don't want to know…" Sam nodded in response. She shouldn't have to have the image of Dean's death in her mind. "Sam, I'm so sorry. I know how much he meant to you." She offered sympathetically. She wiped the tears from her face, knowing she needed to be strong. She could fall apart when he left. "Why don't you come sit down?" she asked, drying up her tears. Sam followed her into the kitchen where he sat down at the table. She sat a glass of water in front of him and sat down beside him.

"Thank you." He said quietly.

"Where's Bobby?" she asked. She twirled the ring again and tried not to cry.

"He's burying the body." Sam answered, crumbling again. "I couldn't be there. I couldn't even bury my only brother." He put his head in his hands and his sobs grew louder.

"Shh… it's ok." She pulled his hands down. "It's normal, Sam. What you're feeling is normal." She assured him.

"He's dead because of me." He responded. "What about that is normal?"

"Hey, this isn't your fault. You can't blame yourself." She placed her hand on his, and then it hit her. "We can get him back."

"No, we can't." he argued.

"Why not? He made a deal to get you back… we just have to make a deal to get him back." She answered, exasperated.

"Are you out of your mind? He would kill me if he knew you were even considering it."

"So what do we do?" she asked.

"Nothing. There's nothing we can do." He whispered, already formulating his plan. Dean wouldn't want them to make a deal, but there were other things he could try… but he wasn't about to try and involve her. "How did you deal? After Beth?" he asked.

Jessica sighed and looked down at her hands. "I just kept telling myself she was in a better place… and that I would catch the psycho that did it. But it helps knowing he's in a better place."

"You're kidding, right?" Sam scoffed, his blood boiling. "Is this some sort of sick joke?" he asked, standing.

"What? No! What are you talking about?" she followed him with her eyes, a bit panicked.

"Dean's in hell, Jess. Hell. And you come at me with some "better place" bullshit?"

"What?" she asked, not sure if this was real. "Oh my god, I'm gonna be sick." She got up and ran to the back of the house. Sam's eyes widened, suddenly realizing that Dean never told her the consequences of his deal. He had to get out of there… he couldn't handle someone else's grief as well. He grabbed a piece of paper by the phone and scribbled down "I'm sorry." and left the house. He started up the Impala and raced down the street, never once looking back.