AN: I finished this chapter on the hand written copy yesterday, but I did not get home until like 8:30 last night, and we all know what happens at 9:00. Speaking of last night's episode, *SPOILERSSSSSSSS* FREAKING CAS WITH HIS BROKEN WINGS CAN SOMEBODY KILL ME? OH GOSH THAT WAS HOT! Okay, on to the story.

Of freaking course it was Dean. It wasn't enough for demon Dean to plague him topside, no; he obviously had to mock Sam's failure down here too.

Cruelly pulling the knife from John's gut with agonizing precision, the demon smiled at Sam. "Well. Fancy seeing you here, little brother."

"You're not my brother." Sam spat as his fist tightened on the handle of the knife.

It cocked its head. "You sure about that?"

"Pretty damn sure, yeah.'

"Then do something about it. Go ahead and kill me. Unless... You're too scared."

Like hell he was. Sam raised the knife, but... One look into those eyes and Sam just- he couldn't. Sure, of all the times to start acting up, his conscience picks now.

With his mind trying to overcome its inner turmoil, the demon simply charged and tackled Sam to the floor, causing him to lose his grip on the knife. The collision made his shoulder flare in pain, but he didn't have time to dwell on it when the demon punched him in the face.

"This isn't Dean." He reminded himself as another blow crashed across his cheek. It may look like Dean, but it isn't him. Which meant that it wouldn't fight like Dean either.

Using that knowledge, Sam rolled out from underneath it, and for once, Sam was extremely grateful for his father's training.

The demon charged him, sloppily, not like Dean would ever do, and Sam whirled out of its way at the last second, and then spun back around only to kick it in the back.

Now the thing was just pissed. It had caught itself on its hands and knees, and before Sam had the chance to take advantage of that, the demon's eyes slipped black again, and it mentally threw Sam to the ground. No longer caring about its prisoner, it unlocked the chains encircling John's wrists, letting him crash to the floor, and then it threw Sam in his place.

His arm sling was ripped off, and his hand was forcibly stretched out, and son of a bitch it hurt!

"Not again, never this again, please, please not this!" Sam's mind screamed.

The Dean demon smiled; absent mindedly twirling the still glistening red knife it had used on John. "This bring back memories, Sammy?"

"Oh, God, please no." Sam struggled furiously, not even caring about the pain it caused his shoulder; the terror blocked it out.

Chuckling, the demon continued. "Thought it might." It gently placed the knife at Sam's shoulder, teasing the sore muscle with the tip of the blade, when its head suddenly shot back and its face began glowing orange. The demon fell down with a thud, and behind it stood a shell shocked John, holding the knife Sam had dropped.

Before relief could set in, John raised the knife again.

"Wait, Dad, don't!" Sam started struggling worriedly again. "It's me! It's Sam!"

John just shook his head. "It's never you."

"Dad, listen to me. You saw how I was fighting that thing, right? It was you that taught me how to fight, no demon would be able to copy that. Just think about it. It's really me, Dad!"

It looked like John really, really wanted to believe him. "S-Sammy?"

As calmly as he possibly could, Sam nodded. "Yeah. It's me."

Dropping the knife, John unlocked Sam and brought him into a hug. Don't get him wrong, John Winchester isn't a hugger, but he'd been relentlessly tortured every single day for centuries; if not for the countless demons constantly wear Sam's face, he might have forgotten what he looked like. Long story short, he had missed his son.

"Mr. Crowley?" The nervous demon stuttered.

"What?" Crowley snapped. The past few weeks had been hell for Hell. Two dumbasses were trying to steal his throne, and Sam Winchester had killed one of his beloved pets. What could possibly be happening now?

"It's the Winchesters, sir." He admitted meekly.

"What now?!"

"It's Sam, sir. A reaper named Ajay had lead him into Hell, and Sam has taken John from his cell."

Crowley went quiet. And that was not a good thing. "How do we know this?"

"One of ours found Ajay and- took care of him after learning what he had done."

"And where is Sam now?"

"I-I'm afraid he's already breeched the portal back to Purgatory. There are many different ways back to Earth from there though, even with Ajay there to retrieve him."

"Well then," Crowley stood up from his throne. "Perhaps I ought to be the one to welcome him back."

"That may not-"

"I don't believe I asked for your opinion in the matter." Crowley snapped, internally grinning at the demon's flinch. "Won't be long. And he snapped his fingers.

"Dad, stop!" Sam commanded as he pulled John back to prevent him from attacking Benny. "He's not gonna hurt us!"

"It's a vampire, Sam! All it does is hurt and kill innocent people."

"Not this one. He's helping us, Dad. He saved my life."

"Should I give you two a moment?" Benny kidded, totally unfazed by John's obvious anger.

"Benny, knock it off." Sam ordered. "Look," He was back to addressing his father. "He's our only way to get through here, and we have to get these trials done."

John's hardened face stayed for a moment, and then gradually began to soften. "You really think you can do it, Sammy?"

Sam nodded "Yeah. Yeah I do. But you gotta trust me."

Reluctantly, John caved. "Alright." He cast one last warning glance to Benny, who simply smiled at him, fangs bared of course, and John scowled again in response.

"C'mon, guys." Sam offered as a plea to keep them both at peace. "Let's keep moving. We've only got about an hour before we have to get back."

All three of them continued their way back through Purgatory, making it back just in time for Ajay to take them home. Or at least, when he was supposed to take them back.

"What's going on, Sammy?" John asked worriedly.

"He-he's probably just running late. Let's get this over with." He took a deep breath, steadying the blade over his own arm. "Ready, Dad?"

"This goodbye then?"

It kind of was, wasn't it? "Not for forever. I'll see you again upstairs."

"No hurry in getting up there though. You hear me?"

Sam gave a tiny smile. "Sounds good, Dad." He cut along his arm, blood trickling past, and John transformed into a glowing blue light, transferring into Sam's cut. It felt odd, not exactly painful, just odd. He readied the blade at his other arm.

"You remember where you're taking me, right, brother?" Benny confirmed.

Sam nodded, and then sliced into his other arm. Now knowing what to expect, it wasn't as uncomfortable when Benny's soul rushed into his arm. The skin bubbled and moved, as if alive, and Sam rolled down his sleeves.

Time kept passing; too much time. Ajay had been very specific about how long Sam was to take in Hell, so something was clearly wrong. And if something was wrong, that meant that Sam was stuck.

Unless Sam managed to find another way out. He knew for a fact that there was more than one way. Benny had mentioned something earlier about the many hidden portals and exits. Only now he'd have to navigate Purgatory alone. But Sam was one of the world's best hunters; he could do this.

It may not have been easy, but Sam made it. Unfortunately, he had no idea where he was going to end up now. Sam was worried about what had become of Ajay of course, but now wasn't exactly the time to dwell on it.

Thank God. Up ahead was another glowing portal. Sam was almost home free, when three Leviathans jumped out at him; their heads rearing back until only a mouth was in their places.

Sam tightened his grip on both weapons, and prepared to spend the last few moments of Purgatory kicking these things' asses.

One of the Leviathans charged him, and Sam made quick work of lobbing off its head. The other's attack followed closely behind, and it almost managed to rip a chunk out of Sam before the weapon sliced through its neck. Sam turned about, readying to finally finish everything.

But- where was the last one? His question didn't take long to be answered as he felt arms snake around his shoulders, pinning down his arms. The wide mouth opened again and snapped at him like a piranha in a frenzy. Sam jerked his head away, and kicked his legs back. The Leviathan let go with a hiss, and Sam didn't let it get the upper hand again. He swung the blade, and sliced off the monster's head.

Not willing to wait around for another fight, Sam rushed through the portal. The atmosphere noticeably changed as he found himself back on Earth in a forest. He didn't waste any time in cutting open his arm again, freeing his father, and the light began to ascend towards Heaven.

But then it abruptly stopped, as though it had hit an unseen barrier.

"What the he-"

"Hello, Moose." A familiar voice interrupted.

Crap. Sam swallowed and turned around, keeping his face expressionless so as to hide his slight bout of dread. "Crowley."

Crowley lifted his eyes, and they landed on the struggling soul in the sky. "Hello to you too, John. Going somewhere are we?"

"Let him go, Crowley. He doesn't deserve to be in Hell."

"Course he does. I said so."

Anger coursing through him, Sam started to run at Crowley, but Crowley simply flicked his hand, and Sam was pinned high in a tree. The impact on his shoulder made him groan in pain.

"Sorry, I hit a soft spot?" Crowley chuckled, smiling up at Sam as he internally fought against the invisible strain on his body. "You've been getting around haven't you?" Crowley's eyes narrowed, and he increased the pressure holding Sam to the tree. "Don't take that the wrong way; that wasn't a compliment." He moved closer. "Suppose my only dilemma now is what I ought to do with you."

"You can let him go, and leave quietly." An authoritative voice ordered.

"Castiel." Crowley greeted. "I heard you'd lost all your mojo."

"Then you've heard wrong. It would be nothing for me to kill you right now."

"You're bluffing." Crowley challenged.

In answer, Castiel raised his hand, and his eyes began to glow.

Less confident now, Crowley stuttered, "Y-You won't do it."

Castiel didn't respond.

Unable to bare the risk, Crowley vanished.

Castiel visibly faltered, and stumbled onto his knees, and Sam was dropped from the tree. "Cas." Sam went over to his side. "I thought your grace wasn't strong enough to kill Crowley."

Using Sam as a crutch, Castiel got back on his feet. "It isn't."

It took a second, but then Sam smiled. "You totally just played him."

"I learned it from the best." Castiel weakly smiled back.

Both their eyes went up again, just in time to watch John's soul fly up uninterrupted this time. "He is home now." Castiel told Sam confidently, and Sam nodded, reciting the spell to confirm the end of the trial. "Let's get back to the bunker."

Just when Sam was about to nod in agreement, Sam remembered. "Benny." "Actually, Cas, I gotta take care of something else first."

"What is it?"

"It's nothing. Don't worry about it."

Castiel's head tilted. "Why won't you tell me, Sam?"

"Because there's nothing to worry about." Sam tried to walk past him, but Cas grabbed his uninjured arm; only it was also the arm Benny was still inside, and Sam couldn't help but yelp at Castiel's iron grip.

Instantly more suspicious and worried than before, Cas yanked Sam's sleeve up. He was quiet for a moment. "What's this?" He finally asked.

Pulling his arm back, Sam confessed. "I got some help leaving Purgatory, okay?"

Castiel's teeth ground together. "What kind of help?"

Dammit, Sam should have known he would get caught. He huffed. "It's a vampire."

If Sam thought Cas was mad before, the next look he gave him shot guilt straight through Sam's heart. "You are a hypocrite, Sam Winchester. You berate and ignore me because I had worked with Crowley in order to get you and Dean out of the Pit, and yet you justify doing the same thing, and still believe that you should be allowed to get away with it?"

"Cas, look-"

"I will be at the bunker. Goodbye, Sam." Castiel got into the car he had driven up there, and then he drive off. Coming here to save Sam after he had found Ajay's body at their meeting point was dangerous, but Castiel had come nonetheless, and for what? To find out Sam was working with a monster? Perhaps Dean was right. Perhaps Sam really doesn't care about him after all…

AN: This took way to freaking long to get typed out. Computer troubles galore, and a surprise visit from a friend that took longer than I had wanted. *Huff* I rushed through my editing, so sorry for my probably numerous errors. Maybe this'll make up for it.

Sneak Peek: "'You got a lot on that crumbling mind, Sammy. Not sure you're up for sending me away right now.'"

Okay, drop a review if y'all got time. Please, I could use a little cheer up. I'm getting stressed over literally nothing. I'm just in a mood I guess. Help me out here, guys.