A/N: Thank you for your kind reviews, private messages and favorites, as they mean alot to me. Season 3 has been incredibly hard to write, incredibly hard also because of Ruby. Although I changed some things cause I think she is brillant. Please enjoy, review and discover. Love, Nicole :)


"A warning to the people, the good and the evil
This is war
To the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim
This is war

It's the moment of truth and the moment to lie
The moment to live and the moment to die
The moment to fight, the moment to fight.." –This is War-30 seconds to Mars


Pride.

Envy.

Gluttony.

Lust.

Wrath.

Greed.

Sloth.

The basics of every human instinct, in the form of seven deadly sins.

Now, they were seven deadly demons.

Seven released by four.

War had begun…

A war set to tear the brothers apart…


Bobby noticed the difference in the two brothers when he saw them.

Dean; canopied in silver, tinged with gold; was happier, more eager to fight.

Sam, enshrouded with Gold in traces of silver felt stronger, yet was morose.

One had a year to live.

One didn't know how to deal with the other not being there.

Such are the effects of becoming one, and the effects of a deal one couldn't break so easily.

Bobby watched, as Sam gave and gave; determination to make his brothers last year the best he ever had.

He watched as Dean ran around cocky, willing to take six of the seven deadly sins as they lay trapped in a house, with a grieving widow whose husband had managed to down a whole bottle of Drano, because of said Demons.

Uncle Bobby just rolled his eyes, hoping that they would work it out on their own, lest they both end up in hell.

"You boys best get ready, we don't have long now."


Sharp green eyes smirked from her hiding place, as she tailed the youngest Winchester in his travels.

She was the one sent to mess up Sam.

The supernatural allows for interference, for plots and twists and turns.

It is patient, and evil; light and cunning.

She was patient, she would bide her time.

They had become one, had become part of the other.

It would be their downfall.

When Dean finally ended up in Hell…which he would…

Sam Winchester was as good as hers.


Candles cast an eerie glow over the room they prepared in.

Dean sat, leaning up against an old cabinet, loading his gun.

Varicolored emerald eyes watched his brother fill bottles of Holy Water.

Images flashed through his mind; powerful enough to be real, to exist in the small room with them.

All of the sudden, he needed to feel Sam in his arms.

Sam felt, more then saw anything with Dean.

They had gotten good at that.

Toyed with finding each other, reaching for another, hearing the others thoughts before the words were out loud.

His own eyes looked up, just in time to see the desperation on his older brother's face.

Sometimes, one look, one pause can cause the whole world to shift, to stop.

Nothing needed to be said, to be spoken aloud, for everything that needed to be voiced circulated the room in invisible words, in energy warped with feeling.

Sam could feel the adrenaline in his brother, the need to kill, the bitterness of going to Hell.

Buried beneath all the dark emotions, Sam could also feel the aching love that burned within him.

Sam felt like he'd been branded, the very core of Dean was inside him, living within him.

He tried to block out the pain of knowing that in a year, that core would be gone.

Their moment shattered when the lights flickered, and their battle began.


Always the right moves.

Always the right place.

She made her move.

Protect the Boy King.

Big Brother Dean was occupied at the moment.

What better way to earn the brother lovers trust then to help his Sammy?

After all, the poor tall man was surrounded by three Demons.

And getting his ass beat.

He was a skilled hunter by all means, but these seven, there weren't low levels.

They were high enough that no hunter could outmatch them.

So she killed all three of them, and delighted in the pleasure of the shock on his face.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I'm the girl that just saved your ass."

"Well I saved yours to."

She smiled, seductive and pretty.

"See ya around Sam."

She disappeared then.

The right moves, the right place.

Destroy their oneness…in time.


They had won this battle.

But the war had just begun.

A war that raged with dark forces, a war that raged within themselves, with each other.

Dean was tired of war, tired of the hunt.

Hell he thought was his ticket out.

He hadn't considered how much it devastated Sam, and now here they were, once again fighting over his deal, his rash stupid decisions.

Only this time Sam was trying to override his deal.

"We trap this demon in anyway, trick her, try and out play the deal. You Die. Sam you try, and I will stop you." Dean snapped.

He turned to walk away, when Sam reached out and grabbed his arm.

Heat ignited in him, like medicine being poured through an IV, he felt it course through his veins, reminding him that somewhere he still had a hearbeat, and Sam was tethered to it.

"How could you make that deal?" Sam asked.

A hand to the face, soothing comforting; trying to ease the sharp edges of glass shattered pain that threatened to cut his brother in a million ribbons.

"Because I couldn't live with you dead." He said, possessively, selfishly.

Sam swallowed. Every time Dean touched him, he puddled. Whiskey and Mint came to his mind unbidden with the images of him taking Dean, right here in the middle of butt fuck nowhere. He resisted, painfully so.

"Did you even think about what this would to me? I remember what it did to you when Dad did it. It left you twisted and broken. What the hell am I going to do without you?"

The response he got was a sharp kiss on the mouth, searing; bruising.

Hidden fires of passion raged underneath the motion, pulling Sam in, burning him with everything it had.

He jerked Dean against him, snapped him forward until he was right up against him, right where he belonged.

"You are so selfish." He gritted out.

"After all that I've done for this family, I'm entitled." Dean ground out back, before spinning Sam around him, pinning him on the hood of the Impala.

He grabbed Sam through his Jeans, smiled as he felt the pleasure of friction send his brother into shivers.

"You-Are-Unbelievable." Sam gasped out.

Dean pressed down upon him, kissing his neck as he did so.

"Hell yea. Let's go, little brother. There's some mother fuckers to take out. But before we take them, I plan on taking you."

He let Sam up, going over to the driver side and smiling as Sam got into the car.

If he was going to hell, then he would make sure that Sam was pleased, that Sam had all he needed to survive, that his love burned further and deeper into Sam, and that hellfire or not; Sam would always know he belonged to Dean.


"I'm scared and I'm alone

I'm ashamed

And I need for you to know

I didn't say all the things that I wanted to say

And you can't take back what you've taken away

'Cause I feel you, I feel you near me" Damaged-Plumb


Having women crawl all over them would make their bond suffer.

She knew that, but it was a risk she had to take.

She also knew that sending Lisa to Dean would give her time with Sam.

It was easy to create a job near Lisa.

One that would take her kid, pull Dean straight into Lisa's yoga arms.

The right move, just to have her soft moments with Sam, to etch into his skin, his mind.

Keep him there, allow her to create the questions she needed to...


Sam sat alone in a café, just doing research.

Dean had left him yet again, for Lisa.

Between him and Uncle Bobby trying to find a way to free Dean, and the feelings of guilt raging through him over everything they had released, he could feel his head wanting to explode.

On top of that, he missed Dean.

Dean always made it a point to show Sam he cared, with a touch, with sex, with just holding him.

Then Lisa walked in the door.

Now, Sam was alone.

He supposed he should get used to it.

After this year, he would be alone the rest of his life.

It was when she sat down across from him, all blonde hair and green eyes, did he startle.

She told him more than he ever wanted to know.

She peaked his curiosity, got him digging.

Kept him away from Dean, at least for this point in time.

Then she was gone, as quick as she came, giving him a chance to think.

Thinking was dangerous, but it was the right move.

Thinking would cause him to wonder, to come to her.

Good old Sam.


Changelings.

Of everything in the world, it had to be the changelings.

They got the kids out, got the woman out.

And Dean ran off to be with Lisa once again.

Leaving Sam to research that every one of his mother's friends were systematically killed, and that Yellow Eyes had something to do with it.

So he made the mistake of calling her, of placing himself right into her grasp.

She smirked when he wigged out about her being a demon.

Somehow in her own way, she had found a chink into Sam.

And She would use it.

Use it to shred and unbraid every piece of gold and silver entwined together that she could find.

But first she had to earn the trust of them both, and win Dean's approval.

At least until the Mother Fucker rotted in hell.

She smiled at him, as he held holy water.

"My names Ruby. I can help you save your brother."


The supernatural allows distractions, allows tests

Breaking bonds is easy for the supernatural.

The patient cunning Evil is the worst kind.