A/N: And to Jen: I know that last one was too damn short...here is another one...The next to last twist is in here...hope ya like it!!!
Bobby ran up to Sam and scooped him up. Tears fell from his eyes. Layla stared down at him.
"Aw, isn't this ironic. First you lose Ava, and now you lose Sam. You just can't seem to keep a handle on your priorities, can you Bobby?" She laughed, just as before.
Bobby was shaking. She was right. He felt responsible for them, and now he had lost one of them.
"Damn it Sammy, why did you have to be so foolish?"
As Bobby held Sam like an injured child, he heard a twig snap behind him. He turned, and there was...Sammy?
Bobby looked at his lap, but there was nothing there. He stood fast, wondering what the hell he had seen. He was not the only one who was confused. Layla turned beet red, glaring at Sam.
"What is this?" Her voice was filled with rage. She did not move.
Sam smiled and stepped up beside his friend. He patted him on the back and nodded.
"Don't worry sweetie. It'll come to you." Sam crossed his arms and smiled. Layla was steamed. She had been double crossed, but she could not yet figure out how. She moved toward Sam and stared at him.
"What did you do to me? I..."
Bobby was now smiling. Sammy had figured something out, something even Bobby hadn't. No one ever said the boy was dumb, that's for sure.
"Do you remember a certain young man named Andy?" Sam walked around Layla slowly, deliberately. She turned, trying to watch his every move. For a hunter, a hunter, to pull a fast one on her was more than she could bear. This would not sit well with the council. Sam stopped in front of her, still smiling.
"Well, when he died, I seemed to have inherited his little gift. You see, that Sammy you kissed was a just a figment of your imagination. So the deal never took place. Dean is alive, as am I. We intend on living long full lives. I thank you!" He touched her arm gently, and both of them slowly slipped behind her back. She struggled to pull them back, but they were held there by an invisible force. Bobby watched this, and began to get a little nervous. He had seen this move before, when Jake made Ellen place her gun to her head.
"Now my dear, if you would be so kind as to get on your knees." Sam waved his hand downwards in front of Layla, and she dropped heavily to the dirt. She groaned loudly, but could not pull herself up.
"Oh, I almost forgot." Sam closed his eyes, and placed a single finger to his left temple. Layla's stomach began to jump, her chest heaved. Her throat expanded three times its size, then her mouth opened and a black cloud exploded from her lips. Sam thrust his other hand to the left, and the smoke shot in that direction, then downwards, an angry scream following it. Layla swayed, then fell to the ground. She lay there shaking and sweating.
"Please, don't kill me." She begged. She was no longer cold and vile. Colour had returned to her face and eyes. She was still a beautiful woman, but Sam felt no pity for her, especially after what she said next.
"I did it, I never meant to hurt you, but I killed those people. I had to, they made me." She looked up at Sam with green, tear stained eyes. He was taken aback. He had a feeling this was the case, but was not sure how far it went.
"Your brother never would not have gone any other way. He would have fought tooth and nail unless we did something that forced him down here with us. Just as your Ava did Bobby, but she finally gave in, and the council couldn't have been happier. She was an asset that we hated to lose." Layla closed her eyes. Sam wanted to kill her, to take her life as she had taken others, but it would have been too easy. He looked at Bobby a moment.
"Wait, did she say Ava? Bobby what..." Bobby put a hand in front of him.
"Later. Right now we have to get to Dean. Let her rot here." Sam nodded. They walked away from Layla, who was screaming for them to come back, that things were not over yet, and were going to get much worse.