Chapter 21

Four days later; Sam, Dean, and Bobby were headed to Kirkwell Colorado. A demon named Adramelech, had been converted to Sam's army. He had said to Sam that Lilith would be in Colorado within the next few days. He had said she was slowing down her breaking of the Seals. And Sam intended to find out why, and then kill her.

Dean was a little happier now. Two days after the tornado incident, they had been staying in some not-tell motel, when they heard a very welcome and familiar grumble of a car engine. It was the demon that Sam had scared into getting Dean's car. When the demon knocked on the door nervously, Sam had instructed him to go with the others.

The Impala had never looked better; they could tell the demon had even cleaned the car for good measure. Sam chuckled to himself at this. He hadn't thought he was that intimidating.

Now Dean sat behind the wheel of his Impala, with Bobby riding shotgun, leaving Sam to sit in the back with his arms crossed over his chest, and his head in between Bobby and Dean's. They were in a heated discussion about their next course of action.

"Sam, no." Dean said simply.

"But why? I can send 'em in to distract her, then you, Bobby, and me go in and kill her. What's wrong with that plan?"

"Oh I dunno, how about the fact that you're gonna send in a demon army to distract Lilith. If you want to involve them in this plan so bad, why not have them kill her?"

Sam leaned back in his seat and lowered his head. For a moment he was silent, but when he finally did answer his voice seemed a bit edgier, and darker.

"Because I want to do it. I want to be there when Lilith draws her last breath."

At that point he had sounded so un-Sam-like, that Dean's heart wrenched with concern. He looked in the rearview mirror to catch his brothers' eye, but his head was hung low, and his hair cascaded over his face.

Bobby got the message too, and whirled his head around to look at Sam. But he never looked up.

"Sam?" Bobby asked cautiously.

"Hmm?" Sam asked as his head snapped up, his face looked alarmed as if he had just been woken up.

"Think you dozed off for a minute there, kid." Bobby said sounding a little relieved.

Sam chuckled lightly, "Nah, just thinkin'."

Sam scratched his head absently as he tried to hold on to his brothers' and Bobby's conversation, but at the same time he was listening to the demons.

Hundreds of cries saying the same thing, "Another recruit!"

"I've killed four of Lilith's men, sir. They refused your proposal."

"Sir, Lilith's army is strong willed."

To his dismay, he got a lot of those. A lot of his followers giving him bad/good news. Bad news in the sense that his army hadn't grown, and good news in the sense that they killed all who denied him.

But now Sam was listening intently to the demons. One voice caught his attention, and nearly made him lose control right there in the car.

"Sir, I think Lilith knows what we're up to!"

Sam's head snapped down as a surge of tickling heat coursed through his body. His rage began to build.

"How?" Sam demanded venomously.

"Four of your men were found…gutted. And not just the vessels. Lilith it seems has caught on."

Sam inhaled sharply, and felt the small heat in his body turn into hot boiling lava. He tried to calm himself by taking slow deep breaths.

Unfortunately, nothing got passed his brother.

"Sam? What is it?" Dean asked, again he continuously looked through the rearview mirror.

Bobby too was looking at Sam sharply. He put his hand on Sam's knee to try and get him to calm down but pulled away suddenly and yelped. Sam's skin had literally burned him.

"I think he may be losing it!" Bobby called to Dean nervously.

Dean didn't need to be told twice as he swung the car to the shoulder of the road and came to a stop. He then turned around to face his brother.

"Sam? Come on, talk to me!"

Sam's head snapped up wide-eyed. To Dean's horror, his eyes were black.

"Lilith…knows." Sam said simply. He was still breathing through the rage.

"Knows what?" Dean asked shakily.

"That we're after her, or about your recruiting thing?"

Sam looked at his brother like a stranger, then cocked his head to the side as if he were examining him.

"She…killed four…of my men." Sam hissed.

Dean sighed. "Well she doesn't know that we're after her…so –"

Dean was cut off suddenly, as Sam's hand flew at his throat. His rage becoming unbearable. He squeezed until he saw his brothers eyes water.

"Weren't you listening?" Sam's voice was now oozing with power and terrifying anger.

Bobby feebly tried to pry Sam's fingers from Dean's throat, but Sam was too strong.

"Come on Sam! Don't do this!"

Sam paid him no mind, he only continued as he stared at Dean who was trying desperately to breathe.

"Lilith KNOWS! That means…someone told her, or someone was sloppy and didn't cover their tracks. I will find that weak link…and destroy it."

"S-S-am." Dean choked helplessly.

That seemed to get through to Sam though, as the anger began to slip away, and his hand fell from Dean's neck, leaving Dean leaning over the back of his seat gasping for breath.

"Oh God." Sam said sadly. The powerful echo in his voice died suddenly, and the black in his eyes were receding back to his pupils.

"Dean…I am so sorry, I told you. I told you I only just have control of this thing."

Dean looked up into Sam's sad eyes and nodded weakly.

"s-s'okay. S-am." Dean whispered brokenly, as mean bruises began to form over his throat.

"No…no it isn't Dean! How can you say this is okay? I could have killed you! I need help with this, man!"

"And you'll get it." Bobby cut in sympathetically.

Dean gave Bobby a small nod, as a thank you for cutting in because his speech was a bit broken.

"Your brother and I will help keep you grounded kid, but we need to know what goes on in that head of yours. Deal?"

Dean nodded at his brother in agreement.

Sam smiled at them, and then gave a small nod. "Sure. Deal."

Sam hoped that he could keep his cool. This seemed to have come out of nowhere. It came out of him like a punch. There was no warning, he just lost control.

He gulped to himself. He hoped his brother and Bobby were right, he hoped they'd be able to help him stay with himself.