"Now, just so we don't have any more interruptions . . ." Lilith began, turning towards the Roadhouse front door. With little more than a flick of her wrist, Sam heard what sounded like heavy bolts latching around the entire building. The old neon "open" sign flickered out, window openings sealed and the natural morning light was replaced by only a dim glow, casting a red film over everything, allowing only enough light to see a few feet in any direction. A strong odor of sulphur began to permeate the room.

Lilith smiled. "Ahhh, now this is more like it. More like home."

She looked down at Dean, watching contentedly as he attempted to wake. She couldn't help but smile from her earlier encounter with him. Soon she would not need the amulet to simulate their union. Soon, Dean will seek her out – wantonly beg to press his flesh against her, release his precious seed inside her. Then, when she has turned him completely, she will take him to Hell to stay with her for eternity. I don't know if I can bear to send him off as an incubus when his training is complete. An unusual pang of emotion hit Lilith. It was stronger than lust. She hadn't planned on being so smitten. Realizing she was fantasizing, still basking in her virtual afterglow, she shook herself from her reverie, shaking the remnants of her desire away. I could lose myself in this one. I must be careful. I must focus on my grandson's future as well.

Sam seethed as he watched her and moved protectively towards his brother. Dean was moaning softly, awareness beginning to filter through his fuzzy mind. He felt weird – out-of-body kind of weird. Yet, he could also feel his corporeal body. It felt heavy and, something else – he was aware that someone had been with him – in a very intimate way. He couldn't remember any details, just feelings, intense physical feelings. He shuddered, partly out of fear and partly as a response to the intensity he'd just experienced. His eyes opened slightly, but he could only make out odd dark shapes moving through a red veil of light.

"Dean?"

"Sammy?" he cleared his throat, his voice weak as he tried to speak. "Are you okay? Where are you?"

"I'm right here, bro'." Sam kneeled beside his brother and was about to help him sit up when Lilith intervened.

"Oh Sam, I don't recommend that you do that."

"Get away from us, bitch!" Sam couldn't help the rage that was returning. It was beginning to overpower him and it took all of his strength to stay in control.

"Sam – the hell?" Dean was confused and turned to see Lilith standing over them, smiling. At the sight of her, Dean's heart raced and his mind clouded, making it impossible to track a coherent thought; to make sense of anything around him.

"I'm just warning you, grandson," her opaque eyes held Sam. "But, then again, perhaps this is the best way for you to learn. Realize that everything you do here is of your own free will." Her gaze fell upon Dean again. "Both of you – you must learn how things work here."

Sam curled his lip in defiance and turned his attention back to Dean, who was now attempting to sit up, but had only made it as far as leaning back on his elbows. Sam kneeled beside his brother and placed a supportive hand gently on Dean's back. As he made contact, Sam was blasted with intense pain. He brought his hands up to the sides of his head and held tightly, crying out from the attack.

Dean could hear his brother yell out in pain, but the room was suddenly spinning wildly, his vision just a blur of red and black. He reached out blindly to find connection with his brother again.

"Sam!"

"Dean, I can't get to you!" The younger man could only grind out the words through clenched teeth as the pain intensified.

Lilith walked in a circle around the two young men at her feet. After a few minutes of amusing herself with their distress, she reached down and touched Dean's amulet briefly. As she did, Sam's pain subsided and Dean's vertigo stopped. The two boys sat still, trying to catch their breath, each looking at the other, checking each other for injuries with their own silent communication. They had a connection born of a brotherly bond, heightened by years of facing mortality together. Sam could see the fear and confusion in Dean's green eyes. It was rare, and it tore at Sam's heart. It also frightened and angered him that his brother could be broken and taken from him in this way.

Dean watched Sam as the emotions played across the younger man's face. Dean could see a war was clearly waging inside his little brother. He wanted to tell him not to be afraid and to do whatever it took to bring Lilith down. But something stopped his voice, uncertainty overwhelmed him. Uncertainty and vulnerability were foreign concepts for Dean Winchester. But here they were, in spades. He wondered if he was losing himself. No! I have to keep Sam safe. Have to stay in the game. His thoughts were jumbling quickly, replaced with thoughts of Lilith, of lust. His stomach turned and his body betrayed him. Dean vomited violently at the demon's feet. He could hear Sam calling his name and Lilith laughing as Sam moved toward his sick brother.

"Sam. I thought you were a bright boy. Think hard now. It should be an obvious Pavlovian moment. Go ahead, touch Dean again. I had no idea you were so into pain. That's pretty kinky for a straight-laced boy like you."

Sam's head snapped up in horror as he understood the meaning of Lilith's comment. No! Tears sprung to his eyes and he looked at Dean. Sam realized that every time he touched his brother, they would both experience these horrific reactions. Lilith had placed a spell that would keep him from Dean – perhaps take him from him forever unless he found a way to break it. That's not going to happen. I know I'm stronger than her, I proved that back in Salem. I just have to find a way to get control again.

Dean managed to find his way out of the fog when he sensed his brother's turmoil."Sam? What's she saying?" You're freaking me out here bro'.

Lilith placed a hand on Dean's head and ran her fingers slowly through his short blond spikes. It didn't feel right, but he didn't recoil. In fact, he leaned into her touch, his green eyes fluttering from the sensation. He suddenly felt warm, sated and relaxed. Sam looked on with his fists clenched in rage. Lilith held out her other hand towards Sam, effectively stopping her grandson from moving. Sam watched helplessly as his brother was controlled by the demon. I will get us out of here Dean, and Lilith will be destroyed by my hands. I promise you.

"What I'm saying, Dean is that you two must learn to go your own ways, be your own men. You are safe with me now and it is time for your brother to fulfill his destiny and take his rightful place as the ruler of the underworld."