Chapter 13

With her victim bleeding out at her feet, Lilith stood up and swirled her index finger through the blood that had filled the chalice, opening her conduit to her son, Cain. She closed her eyes and spoke quietly. "Yes, my son. It's time. Your son is on his way to me now, and his power is strong. He is ripe for our full influence now that he has opened himself completely. Sam will truly be a part of this family, very soon." And his brother will become my prize, my most beautiful incubus.

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Sam had never felt such raw rage, such power coursing through him. As he floored the gas pedal, speeding the Impala to the site where they held his brother, he was single-minded in his goal. He wanted revenge; and he wanted his brother back, alive. It felt like a fire inside him, with the rage fanning the flames. Somewhere within the recesses of his mind, he was aware that it wasn't right to feel such fury, to feel such invincibility. He had wanted revenge before, after Jessica's murder, but that feeling paled in comparison to this.

The Impala skidded to a stop outside the old warehouse and Sam quickly got out, his six-foot four frame straightening as he took in the surrounding area. It was dusk, the area quiet, save for the peal of a nearby church bell and the winds kicking up debris and leaves around his feet. Breathing hard, feeling the presence of raw power, both within himself and, oddly, within the warehouse; he moved confidently towards the entrance, not bothering to conceal himself or to bring a weapon. He could sense Dean, and the pain he absorbed from his brother only served to intensify his anger. His eyes flashed yellow and quickly returned to their natural hazel hue as he came to the entrance.

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Dean was floating in and out of consciousness. The intense pain had left, leaving behind a feeling of disconnection, and he wondered briefly if was even still alive. He had no focus any longer; his world was one of strange lights and amorphous shapes. A very strong light emerged suddenly and he felt himself engulfed inside it. It was familiar, comforting.

"Sammy?"

"Dean! I'm here now. I am going to help you, but you have to stay with me."

"Where?"

"I'm all around you. I'm going to protect you."

"I-I can't see you."

"I'm the light, Dean. My powers – I'm the light. Soon you'll be okay and you'll see."

The light dimmed and Dean opened his eyes to his fuzzy reality again. He heard someone approach. "Sammy? Where are you?"

"Dean, Dean. Your brother isn't here, man." Gordon laughed as he walked over to Dean with a large knife in his hand. "I was gonna take pity on you and cut you down from there, but now that you're coming around, I think―" Gordon's attention shifted when the warehouse door broke away from its hinges and sailed across the room, leaving Sam's imposing silhouette in the doorframe.

"You get the fuck away from my brother!" Sammy's voice filled the room and echoed off the high walls. Everyone turned, weapons drawn, as they realized what was happening. One hunter raised his shotgun, only to have it yanked from his grasp and flung against the wall, embedding it into the old wood. Sammy walked purposely and unflinchingly towards Gordon, dispatching other weapons in similar fashion as they were aimed or fired at him. One aggressive hunter was flung against the wall along with his weapon, falling to a boneless heap. Gordon's eyes widened as he realized that the youngest Winchester was reacting telekinetically and he was now his target. Gordon could actually feel the dark energy emanating off the boy, pushing against him. Taking advantage of the only leverage he had, he grabbed Dean and held the knife against his throat. Dean, whose eyes were barely open and unfocused, was quietly calling his brother's name.

Gordon used Dean as a shield. "Stay back Sammy, or your brother is as good as dead."

The tall, lanky Winchester stopped only briefly, and his eyes flashed yellow again, his upper lip twitching with emotion, his voice low and threatening as he spoke. "I'm only going to say this once, Gordon. I will kill you if you don't drop the knife and back away from Dean, now."

Gordon didn't move at first, but when he did, he made the mistake of bringing the knife towards Dean's carotid artery. Instantly, the knife was forcibly pulled from his hand and hovered in mid-air a few feet away.

Lilith appeared from the shadows and smiled at her grandson, her yellow eyes flashing. It's time Samuel. Finish him now. Her son, Cain, stepped out to stand beside her, his eyes a mirror image of his mother's.

Cain knew the Winchesters well. Only a few short months ago, he had made a deal with John Winchester and got the old man to actually trade his soul to save his eldest boy's life. That had been one of Cain's most triumphant moments. John had hunted him relentlessly for years, and he finally found a way to not only rid himself of the nuisance, but gain a soul in the process. Of course, Cain lived up to his end of the bargain, and Dean had lived. He felt no compulsion to step in again; he didn't need to. This event they were about to witness would be the catalyst to finally bring his own son into the fold; the black sheep of the Winchester clan would now be a cornerstone of Cain and Lilith's family. He smiled at the thought of John learning the truth. That he'd actually been with John's wife, had fathered Sam. Of all the children he'd created, Sam was endowed with the powers of his grandfather, Samael, which meant that someday, he'd be even more powerful than Lilith or even Cain, himself. They had big plans for him so anything that stood in the way of those plans had to be destroyed. Mary was going to ruin it all and have Sam baptized in the church. That just couldn't be allowed. Mary kept telling her sons that there were angels watching over them. Poor misguided Mary. That's why he'd had to kill her. Sam was going to marry Jessica; they were to be joined in the church. So, Cain had to stop that, too. And now, Sam was only moments away from joining the family. Nothing is going to stop this now.