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Chapter 12

Lilith smiled. She could feel her grandson's rage. It was rippling towards her, the waves orgasmic in their intensity. This was working out exactly as she had planned. Of course she knew it would. If Sam Winchester had a weakness, it was his half-brother. I just love manipulating humans; they are so easy, so predictable. Gordon had been an exceptionally easy mark. She had killed and possessed Jo soon after the little tart had left home. As Jo, she convinced Gordon that she was bent on vengeance and gave him the idea to use Dean. Gordon jumped at it and even got off on the way she insisted he call her Lilith. What a fucking rube. Ah, speak of the devil . . .

Gordon walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. Her smile faded and she gently pried herself away from his embrace and turned to face him. "So, Gordon do you think Sam is going to finally understand the situation?"

"I don't see how he can interpret my last message any clearer. If I know Sam Winchester, he'll move heaven and earth to keep his brother safe."

Lilith laughed mirthlessly. I think you'll be surprised to know just how accurate you are, but heaven will have nothing to do with it. I can't wait to see you eviscerated; along with the rest of your pissant friends. Lilith had finally found a way to force Sam's inherited powers to life. It was only a matter of time before he joined her and her son without reservation. She smiled in earnest. Once he has a taste of this incredible power he will never go back to his human side. This was the perfect way to insure that he got a taste of the power and used it completely of his own free will. Soon we will be a family; my grandson will join his father and me. Three generations, the power of three.

She walked over to Dean, still hanging nearly lifeless from the rope, his body bloodied and bruised. She brought her hand up to his face. "Poor Dean, you've served us perfectly." She smiled. And your service has just begun.

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"Sam Winchester! Where are you going?" Missouri hurried after the young man, unable to keep up with his long strides. He was in the Impala and speeding out of the motel parking lot before she had barely made it past the landing of the room. She thought her heart would jump out of her chest. This is it. This is the moment we've dreaded all these years. If Sam turns now, we may not be able to bring him back and the triad will be complete and unstoppable. The psychic grabbed the doorframe and dropped to her knees and began to pray. It was the only thing she could do. Her abilities now paled in comparison to Sam's, so even if she could somehow intervene through a psychic connection, it would be far too little. John was right. The only way to stop the unholy trinity was to kill Sam. But she hoped there was another way. She prayed for Sam's soul.

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Lilith walked casually among the hunters with her chalice in hand, selecting a victim. She was the original succubus after all; it was like taking candy away from a baby. She lured her lust-drunk victim over to a dark corner of the warehouse. She brought her hand up to his face and caressed it, moving in to capture his mouth in a deep kiss. She planted small kisses along his neck until she was directly behind him. Before he could even recover from the dizzying effects of the kiss, she brought a thin wire up to his neck and garroted him, nearly severing his head from his body with the force. He bled into the chalice as she held it against his neck. She had a call to make.