The wind began to dry the blood on the scarlet stained, soft hairs at Dean's temple, whipping them gently. The serene motion made it appear as if Dean were napping in some quiet landscape with sun kissed grass swaying in a breeze. When Bobby lowered Dean's body, he eased him so delicately, thinking he might still spare the young man some pain. However, he was beyond that now. "You rest, kid. Go to someplace nice where no one will be able to hurt you again." Bobby rose slowly, feeling his legs try to buckle beneath him, disgusted by the loss of Dean as much as what he was about to do. He wasn't entirely sure if he would be able to heal again after losing another family. "He's dead….Sam……he's…..he's….."

Word were ever so meaningless now. Not even Dean's death could stop the vicious way the demons crowded inside Sam. An endless numbers of black possession shoved and crammed into an already crowded mind. With each passing second, Sam was becoming less and less human and more and more the devil. "He is of little importance to us." The multitude spoke together, forming one strange gravelly voice.

"He is to Sam! Kid, fight this. This is what Dean sacrificed himself for. He sold his soul to save you from all this! Don't stain his memory now. The side that cares has to be inside of you or you would you have killed us outright."

"Would you like to die now? Sam is gone. Only we remain. I am legion, we are many… we are one. "

"You're a liar! Sam is in there!" Bobby stared down at the long tongue liar, defying the idea that all of Sam was no more.

"Surely you understand. Every person has dual faces. The face they present to the world and the face they suppress and ignore. The image that peeks out at times in rage, lust, hate, violence, darkness. The difference is I stopped and embraced it." Sam smiled a grotesque smile, growling maliciously.

"The come and get me, come and get me too. Cause I don't want to see you this way. I thank God Dean only saw half of this. I've got nothing left to lose! You damn demons took away everything I ever had. Then you took my friends- John, Dean and finally poor Sam. You took them all away from me, and I've got nothing more to give you..." Bobby demanded. He would fight this thing, surely a losing battle, but he would honor his adoptive family in the only way he knew how.

Bobby glanced at Dean's unmoving body for a moment, drawing courage to continue. He stepped forward, ready to do his worst, knowing it would more than likely be over quickly for him. He wasn't afraid of death or being careless, but if his demise made some part of Sam realize what he had become, it would still be worth it. He had no weapon but the fondness in his heart and he wondered if that was enough. Another footfall forward meant another second closer to the end, until he felt something grip his shoulder.

The first notice of a figure just behind Bobby registered against the retina of the thousand of demons inside of Sam. With a hiss, they condemned the sight of the vision that shined like a sun overpowering darkness. He spoke in a voice so sweet, almost like the shuffle of an angel's wings. "Sam."

When Bobby heard the voice, even before he turned, he knew it and his heart stood still. Then he whipped around to see Dean's spirit, whole and perfect. Bobby's eyes were wet for a second with almost disbelief. Moving forward, Dean smiled at his friend. "This is not your fight. I know what to do now." Bobby glanced from the spirit to the body. "Take care of him for me." For once in his life, Bobby was at a loss for words.

"Sammy." Dean called, calmly and fondly.

"Don't call me that!" Sam demanded. His eyes flashed the instant Dean moved, and in a fraction of a second they met with a few feet between. His pupils dilated to slivers of silver lined with black. A shrill shriek of brutal animalistic glee echoed through the night, only to be answered by warmth.

"I won't fight you."

"Because you can't."

"Sam can. He's not just what the yellow eye demon did to him. He is my father, Bobby, me." Dean's voice was charged with every emotion he had- without walls- pure. "Every person he ever saved, every evil that he killed, every time he laughed, cried, and rejoiced… It shaped him. No matter how powerful that demon blood is, it's not WHO he is… it's what you did to him. Not the whole. Even if only a speck Sam is in there."

"You have no power!"

"I can override all that you've done. Can you r power take away the times he carried me home when I got drunk? Times we fought? First dates? School bullies? Can it take away the times Sam woke me from nightmares? The times I checked under his bed for you demon bastards. Can it take away the sorrow of losing our Dad, each other, Jess, our Mom….so many times…."

"That is meaningless now!"

"Then why can't you destroy me! You have the power to send my spirit to nothing, but you can't do it. Impotent with all the power of hell at your command. Can you do it, Sammy?" Dean raised his hand, but Sam cut him off.

"Don't call me that!" He screamed. "SHUT UP!"

"Everything to you damn demons is black and white!"

"I am legion! Stop now…"

"I told you to destroy me! End it, but you can't. Sam is in there. And after all this, you're afraid of words. Sounds pretty wussy to me."

"I warn you!"

"Hmmphf…demonic warning shot….never heard anyone give one of those…. You can't understand the grey in between. You can't understand that the sides of a person makes them whole. How being brothers helped us be whole when everything… Everything was so messed up... damaged…..Even with the temptation of power, he chose to save. It was there all his life…the best of us all. But, you didn't see that. No one did…." Dean smiled. "We'll I did… All the times he chose to save me, when he was less than happy with me. All the times he saved someone who didn't deserve to be saved. You want a demonic warrior god, but you only created a better man. My brother... and if it takes my soul, my spirit to get him back, you better… even God better believe, I'll do it."

"NO!" Sam taunted wordlessly, but his face contorted as if Dean reached something, whether it was the goodness in Sam or the fear of evil remained to be determined.

However, Dean's focus was clear with intent and purpose. Reaching out, Dean found his hand enclosing around his amulet, still hanging around Sam's neck. "And you were foolish enough to leave me the means to save him."

"A meaningless trinket."

"Just as blind as I was….. but I only see it now." When his fingers released the metal it shined as if an internal light source beamed from within. Then without warning Dean's hand passed through Sam chest, pulling the golden icon with him. "The thing about being open to souls, letting demons in… you're open to every spirit…. You're open to me."

The dark working against Sam flinched. Rough hands flew upwards, ready to expel the spirit affecting demonic plans, but it was caught easily. "Fight Sam. I'll help you, but I can't do this on my own." Dean pleaded. Then, just out a view he saw Bobby's hand grip Sam's shoulder.

"Kid, come on." The seasoned hunter said, standing by them as always.

Dean let all he had flow into Sam, giving his energy to search for his brother within, focusing on securing that part. His soul reached out among the murk, moving through the blood laced with the evil of many demons.

The many personalities inside Sam freaked immediately, thrashing so violently, it would seem to make Dean's attempts at defense slightly pathetic. Nothing was further from reality. "No… NO…" They protested with a dry gullet. Feeling the sting, Sam let out a weak, alarmed moan and pushed away, his head flopping about in protest.

As Dean's resolve became greater, he could feel his sibling shake under his restraining hand. Dean's fingers, flexing frantically, struggled to use all he had to drive the demons away. "You're going to be okay. I promise."

Sam muttered incoherently as the sound of a thousand voices all spoke at once. His voice shuddered in gasps, confessing random, muddled thoughts and confused threats. A few minutes in, his rasps became heavy labored breaths.

Siphoning away his own soul little by little, Dean felt his little brother draw closer. The demons pulled at the amulets cord, ripping the string, but it didn't budge. For every bit of energy spent, Dean weakened, but Sam grew stronger. His spirit began to sputter and dissipate, but he could feel Sam fighting, finally fighting to come back.

Sam forced the demons down, heart beating faster and faster. "NO!!" Sam screamed, shoving and demanding for a means of control. All the sprits flung his weakened brother's soul away with a sudden impulse.

Dean flung first with Bobby following, who landed with a loud bang against one of the tombstones. When he glanced at Dean, the image was hazy and sputtering like bad TV reception. "Dean, don't…"

But, Dean stood up, walked through the demonic smog and embraced Sam, giving his little brother an anchor to hold to. Then Sam screamed, primordial and vicious- little more than the sound of a wounded animal. More and more, the black flood of demons spilled into Sam.

"I love you. Never doubt that." Dean whispered. "You made my life okay… made some part happy…. And I couldn't let you die…. Not you…. You were all I really had. The last part of Mom… the good part."

"Don't…" Sam forced out.

"I have to. You're my brother FOREVER. And as long as you're alive, then so am I…Stop thinking I am something more than human... I'm not.

"STOP!" Sam begged this time, fighting the creatures inside of him.

"I am so proud of you… The compassion you have. I should have done more, said things, but…I didn't… I have a multitude of reasons but not one is good enough. I've done so much wrong…. And I can't fix that now. I wish I could. Just know I'll always be a part of you. Just kick some ass for me… okay!

Then the earth shook, rumbling as if hell was collapsing in on itself.

"Bobby… take cover!" Dean demanded. "Run now!"

The gate creaked and the roar of fire bomb came up through the portal. The impact tossed Sam away from Dean, blasting him back from the epicenter of demonic energy burning away.

Bobby sunk down, bracing as the fires of hell broke into the human plane. He lost all sight of Sam and Dean's spirit, forced to cover his face from the supernova flames. He coughed as he called out for them, but the smoke overtook him and he collapsed by the devil's gate.

Suddenly, the demons spit out of Sam, spinning and rumbling, forced to leave. Sam's arm outstretched, his fingers flying open and splayed, calling the fire to him. It whipped around like a cyclone, reaching out and capturing the fleeing demons as if the flames and liquid had a mind of their own. . It did, Sam's mind.

He had only a moment to glance at Dean, who smiled, but it was too late. The oldest Winchester dissipated with a peaceful, we won look on his features. Sam stumbled forward, fingers grasping at dust floating away on hellfire. "NO!!" Dean!!" The flames rose up into the heavens, devouring anything it could find. With all of the powers within him, he focused on just one thing. In one great fire ball, he reached out, demanding the universe set things right just this once. The power within him built and exploded like a detonation of Sam's emotions.