A/N: See the first chapter for the disclaimer. Title and lyrics come from "Not Meant to Be" by Theory of a Deadman, which I don't own. These next few chapters take place on the same day/night, just for future reference. :D I hope you guys enjoy the chapter, and please review! :D

Not Meant to Be

Dean, Sam, and Castiel sit in another motel room somewhere in the Midwest, gearing up for the fight. "What are we doing here again?" Dean asks, wiping a gun.

"Hunting," Castiel replies, shrugging as he polishes a knife.

"Hunting what, exactly?"

"Demon," Sam says, looking up from his weapon. "Big one."

"Who?" Dean asks quietly, looking at Sam with mild apprehension. Some of the bigger demons still frighten him from his time in Hell, even though it had been Alastair who tortured him.

"Bobby didn't say who," Sam cuts into Dean's thoughts. "Just that this would be a big fight."

Dean nods. "Where is Bobby?"

"Getting some supplies."

"Where is Lucifer?"

Sam sighs softly. "According to Chuck, Wyoming."

Castiel silently frowns, sheathing the knife before moving to Dean's machete.

"Great," Dean groans. "So, the showdown's coming soon."

"Yeah," Sam breathes.

"And we're wasting our time here because…?"

"We take this guy out, we've got less of them to worry about later," Bobby says as he walks in with his duffel bag full of weapons, ammo, holy water, and salt.

"I am willing to bet that he is not alone," Castiel says, looking over at the newest arrival.

"No. He has an army."

"We're screwed," Dean says softly.

"We pick them off one at a time," Sam says, looking over at Dean.

"Ellen, Jo, and Rufus are on their way," Bobby adds.

"Great. We're gonna need all the help we can get."

"I found somethin' in my searches." Bobby holds up the Colt.

"That's good," Dean says. "We're gonna need that if we're gonna have any chance here."

"Any bullets left?" Sam asks.

"You mean, besides the ones Ruby made a few years ago?" Bobby asks, holding up the box.

"Awesome," Castiel says, smiling slightly. He finds it hard to be completely optimistic, though, when they're about to face what could be the biggest fight of their lives. And, possibly, their last.

"So, we got the Colt and some bullets," Dean says. "Are we sure it's going to kill demons?"

"We better hope so," Bobby asks. "Otherwise, we're gonna lose. Badly."

"On a brighter note, if we don't find God, we have a backup plan."

"Which may or may not work," Castiel points out.

"Well, it's better than nothing," Dean says. "We can't just confront Lucifer without anything."

"Then we better hope like hell that this gun works," Bobby says.

Dean scoffs lightly. "Anyone have some evil paint cans?"

*~*~*~*

The Winchesters, Bobby, and Castiel meet up with Ellen, Jo, and Rufus outside of a creepy looking, abandoned warehouse. "Why can't demons ever hole up in a pleasant looking place?" Jo grumbles lightly to hide her nerves.

"Trust me, this place is a castle compared to Hell," Dean replies, somewhat bitterly.

Jo looks over at him. "What is Hell like?"

"Talk about this some other time," Rufus grunts. "We've got more important things to worry about."

"How many are there?" Castiel asks, looking at the others.

"Too many to count," Ellen replies, pulling herself out of the window. "But, on a brighter note, looks like there are boxes and crates still in there that we can use to our advantage."

"Okay, game plan," Dean says. "We set up, go in hard, fight like hell, and kill as many evil sons of bitches as we possibly can."

"We should split up," Bobby suggests. "Cover more ground."

"Ellen, you and Jo go around to the back," Sam suggests. "Rufus, you and Bobby take the right side. Dean, you and Cas take the left. I'll take the front."

"Why are you going alone?" Dean asks.

"We don't have time to argue," Bobby reminds them.

"When we're in position, we'll text you," Jo says.

"Everybody count to 10 from the time you get the text, then go in," Dean says.

"Watch each other," Ellen adds before grabbing Jo's elbow lightly and rushing toward the back of the warehouse. Bobby and Rufus head to the right side.

"Are you sure you want to do this alone?" Castiel asks.

Before Sam can answer, Dean grabs Castiel's coat collar and drags him to the left.

Sam takes a deep breath after setting up, steadying himself for the biggest fight of his life yet. His phone vibrates, and he looks down to read Jo's text. Time to go.

One, two, three…

Dean glances over to Castiel, who is silently praying. Dean takes a deep breath, readying himself for this battle while still knowing that an even bigger one is coming up next.

Four, five, six…

Bobby and Rufus look at one another. They nod, understanding that this could be the end for someone, if not everyone. Because the seven hunters are completely outnumbered and, even worse, out gunned.

Seven, eight, nine…

Ellen looks over at Jo, who is more confident than ever before. Ellen knows better, though. Behind that confidence, Jo is completely terrified. And for once, Ellen's emotions completely mirror those of her daughter's.

Ten.

*~*~*~*

Four doors burst open, and the congregation of demons immediately jumps to the attack. Their leader, the boss the group came to annihilate, manages to evade all of the hunters and simply walk out of the back door.

*~*~*~*

Rufus and Bobby are doing their best to lure demons to the traps they have set up already. Once trapped, they work on getting rid of them.

Meanwhile, Ellen and Jo are doing much of the same to any demon that comes close to them using any method they have learned along their journey.

*~*~*~*

Dean and Castiel are double-teaming demons akin to the way Sam and Dean used to work together. It's something that Dean finds odd, yet comforting, and he is thankful that Castiel has somehow managed to become a good enough hunter.

He just hopes Castiel will be able to help them later.

*~*~*~*

A pretty young demon walks up to Sam. "Thank you," she says with a grin.

"For killing you?" Sam replies, glaring.

She laughs. "For freeing our father. He has made sure that all of us have gotten a chance to come back. We will soon have this planet, and there is nothing that you and your hunter friends can do about it."

Sam continues to glare at her. "You're not going to win."

She laughs again. "You're naïve, Sammy. You humans won't win. You can't win. No one can kill Lucifer, except possibly God. And He's nowhere to be found. And as long as Lucifer lives, he will be free. And as long as he is free, we will win."

"He won't be free for long."

She shakes her head. "Poor, ignorant little Sammy. Do you really think you have a chance? Do you really think that any of you are going to make it out of here alive? There are way more of us than there are of you. And, on top of that, the guy you came here for just left."

"You're lying," Sam says, swinging at her.

"Why would I lie to you, Sam?" she asks. "I owe you everything. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here right now. I owe you so much. We all do. If it wasn't for you and your brother Dean, we wouldn't be here."

Sam punches her, and she kicks him down, putting her foot on his throat.

"Of course," she continues. "We owe Lilith a big thank you for acquiring Dean. And we owe an even bigger thank you to John, for whatever he did that messed Dean up so badly. Maybe you had something to do with that too. Of course, we'll never know. And we don't really care to, either. But whatever he did, it worked perfectly for us. Dean had to always go out of his way to protect you. He sold his soul for you. And then, we got him. And Alastair worked on him. And he broke in ways that your daddy never did."

She lifts her foot off Sam's throat, straddling him. She takes out her knife, pressing it against Sam's throat before leaning in close to his ear. "Did you ever think about the fact that maybe, what you got back wasn't all Dean?"

*~*~*~*

"Behind you!" Castiel calls, trying to fight off his own demon as another one goes after Dean.

Dean spins around in time to get thrown against the wall.

*~*~*~*

Bobby and Rufus get thrown around themselves, almost as quickly as they're taking out the demons before them.

*~*~*~*

Ellen and Jo try to keep up with the amount of demons seeking them out, but find themselves pinned down.

*~*~*~*

The major demon, the big name the hunters came for, smirks as he looks back at the warehouse. He just walked away without anyone noticing. All the while, his minions are taking down the six best hunters in the world, along with one former angel. The one that had the guts to fly into Hell and pull Dean Winchester out.

Lucifer will be proud of this victory.

He smugly turns away from the sight of the warehouse, coming face to face with someone he never expected. Someone who scares him with every fiber of his vessel. His breath catches in his throat, and he wipes the smug look off his face as he swallows harshly and manages to find his voice within his vessel.

"Zachariah."

It's hard to believe
That there's no way out for you and me
It seems to be the story of our lives
Nobody wins when everyone's losing