Angel numbly sat beside Sam's dead body staring at him in grief. She's been here all night, the tears never ceasing, just staring. Dean tried to get her to move, even Bobby, but she wouldn't budge. Her little brother was just murdered in front of her at 23 years old and she couldn't do a damn thing t stop it. Someone she's been protecting since he was a baby. Someone she basically raised along with Dean. Dean. He was hurting just as much as her. His heart breaking even more watching Angel.

Angel leaned forward, grasping Sam's hand, she shook her head, "Sammy… you know when you were little Dean and i tried to keep this life so secret from you. We wanted you to stay a kid still. For as long as you could. It killed me that day when you found out about everything. About this life. About mom. And when you told us you were going to Stanford… i gotta admit i didn't want you to leave… but i knew it was better for you in the long run. Away from all this. Even… if i was a bitch when you came back." She scoffed putting her head down, "I just wish we'd never dragged you back in, Sammy. I'm gonna fix this. I promise you that."

Dean stood near them, listening sadly and watching her closely. He didn't know wht to do either. It broke his heart watching his family fall apart, first his mom, then his dad and now Sammy. He didn't know how to stop it but he was going to try

Bobby arrives, holding a bucket of fried chicken, "Dean, Angel? Brought you guys this back."

Angel didn't even acknowledge his presence and Dean didn't spare him a glance, "No, thanks. I'm fine."

"You should eat something."

"I said I'm fine." He takes a long swig from a bottle of whiskey instead

"Dean…" Bobby sent a sad eye to Sam and Angel, "I hate to bring this up, I really do. But don't you think maybe it's time... we bury Sam?"

"No."

"We could," Bobby sighs, "Maybe…"

Dean turned to him coldly, "What? Torch his corpse? Not yet."

Bobby locked eyes with him, "I want you two to come with me."

"We're not going anywhere."

"Dean, please."

Dean scoffed, this conversation being one of the last things he wanted to deal with at the moment, "Would you cut me some slack?"

"I just don't think you two should be alone, that's all." He mended, "I gotta admit, I could use your help. I could use Angels tracking skills too." Dean snorts but Bobby ignores him, "Something big is going down – end-of-the world big."

"Well, then let it end!" Dean screamed

Angel, at the hostility in her brothers voice, got up and turned to see what was going on. Bobby shook his head at Dean, "You don't mean that."

Quickly Dean gets up and stands in Bobby's face, "You don't think so? Huh? You don't think I've given enough? You don't think my sisters given enough? You don't think we've paid enough? I'm done with it. All of it. And if you know what's good for you, you'd turn around, and get the hell out of here." Bobby just stands there, shaking his head so Dean shoved him roughly, "Go!"

"Dean."

At Angels voice he turned around and paused before looking back to Bobby contritely, "I'm sorry. Please, just go." Turning he walked back into the room with Sam

Angel studied him before turning to Bobby, "We'll be fine, Bobby. We just need some time."

"Okay darlin." Bobby turned to the door with a sad sigh, "You know where I'll be."

When he left Angel walked back over to her brothers and let Dean have his last moments with Sammy.

Dean leaned forward, looking to him grief stricken, "You know, Angel was right, when she said we tried to protect you when we were little. We… just wanted you to stay the happy kid you were. But uh you couldn't of been more than 5 when you just started asking us questions. How come we didn't have a mom? Why do we always have to move around? Where'd Dad go when he'd take off for days at a time? I remember I begged you, 'Quit asking, Sammy. Man, you don't want to know.' Angel always had smart ways of distracting you from it though… We just wanted you to be a kid... Just for a little while longer." He looked up to his brother, "Angel and I, we always tried to protect you... Keep you safe... Dad didn't even have to tell us. It was just always our responsibility, you know? I think when we were younger, it fell more on her shoulders. Hell she basically raised us by herself. But uh as we got older i tried to take some of the burden off her.I made sure she didn't have to worry about you so much. I tried to protect you… It's like I had one job... I had one job… And I screwed it up." Dean paused, "I blew it. And for that, I'm sorry." He wipes tears from his face, "I guess that's what I do. I let down the people I love. I let Dad down. I let Angel down. And now I guess I'm just supposed to let you down, too. How can I? How am I supposed to live with that?" He started crying harder, "What am I supposed to do? Sammy. God.
What am I supposed to do?"

Angel couldn't hear anymore. She couldn't take anymore pain. She certainly couldn't take Dean blaming himself for Sams death. She grabbed the keys to her Trans Am and jumped in before putting it in gear and driving recklessly, looking pale and more than determined to fix Sam. She stops on a dirt road, got out and went to the back of the transam before inserting several items into a box, including a fake photo ID of herself. She buries the box in the middle of a crossroads and stands. Her breathing escalated as several seconds pass in silence.

She looks from right to left, more than impatient, "Oh come on already. I know you're here bitch!"

Suddenly, a beautiful woman in a black dress appears right in front of Angel, "Easy sugar, you'll wake the neighbors." She flashes red eyes for a moment, "Angel Winchester. It is so, so good to see you." It studied her for a beat, "I mean it. Look at you. Gone and got your family killed. First you couldn't protect mommy, then daddy dies and now baby Sammy. I mean it's simply delicious isn't it? It's too sweet. Excuse me, you're gonna have to give me a moment." She walks to Angel, face to face, close, "Sometimes you gotta stop and smell the roses."

Angel glared hatefully, her hands clutching into tight fists, "I should send you straight back to hell."

"Oh, you should. But you won't. And I know why."

"And whys that?"

"Following in Daddy's footsteps. You wanna make a deal. Little Sammy back from the dead, and, let me guess, you're offering up your own soul?"

"Deal of the century." Angel lifted her head, "There are a hundred plus demons who'd love to get their hands on it. And it's all yours. All you gotta do is bring Sam back. And give me ten years, and then you come for me."

The demon scoffed, "You must be joking."

"Why? That's the same deal you give everybody else."

"You're not everybody else." It leaned in, whispering, "Why would I want to give you anything? Keep your gutter soul. It's too tarnished, anyway."

Angel nodded, "Nine years then."

"No."

"Eight."

It laughs at that, "You keep going, I'll keep saying no."

"Okay, five years. Five years, and you come for me. That's my last offer- five years or no deal."

The demon started leaning in for a kiss to seal the deal but stopped short, "Then no deal."

Angel clenched her jaw, "Fine."

"Fine." It started walking away, "Make sure you bury Sam before he starts stinking up the joint."

Angel flinches, "Wait."

The demon turned, speaking softly, "It's a fire sale, and everything must go."

After a thick tension fueld beat Angels eyes snapped back up to the demon, "What do I have to do?"

"First of all, quit groveling. Needy girls make us all look bad." It sighs, "Look... Look, I shouldn't be doing this. I could get in a lot of trouble. But what can I say? I got a blind spot for you, Angel. You're like a... puppy. You're just too fun not to play with." It sighs deeply, "I'll do it."

"You'll bring him back?"

"I will. And because I'm such a saint, I'll give you one year, and one year only. But here's the thing. If you try and welch or weasel your way out, then the deal is off. Sam drops dead, and to put up a little security blanket ill send my hounds after Dean too. They're both rotten meat in no time."

"You can't do that." She scoffed, "Deans got nothing to do with this."

"Oh? But doest he? In fact, middle brother is busy trying to make a little deal of his own, right now," Angel glared and shifted at that revelation, "But see, we've got a softie for the oldest. So… What'll it be? Demon Dean or a Demon named Angel?" At Angels pained look the demon pressed on, "It's a better deal than your dad ever got. What do you say?"

Without a second though Angel grabs the demon and kisses her to seal the deal and within another beat the demon disappeared. Seconds after she heard the roar of a familiar engine and the crunching gravel of tires snaring to a stop.

"Angel! Angel." Dean's voice sounded behind her before he ran up to her grabbing her shoulders, "Angel, what the hell did you do? Huh? What were you thinking?"

"I just saved our little brother." She glared then pushed him off of her, "And apparently you too! Why the hell would you call a crossroads?"

"Thats real rich after this. You just sold your soul!" Dean scoffed, "I mean what the hell, Angel? What- how long?" She looked away from him so he screamed it at her, "How long?!"

"A year! One year, Dean." Grief over took his face and Angel held in her own tears, "Look… i did what i had to do. I did what you would have, exactly what dad did-"

"Exactly Angel. Dad brought us back. Sam- he needs you. At least if i had done it my life would have meant something. Something good couldve come from a deal like this and instead you're going to die!"

"What?" She scoffs, "You have that low of an opinion of yourself Dean? Huh?" She grabbed his coat, "Dean i watched you two grow up. I basically raised you guys. Its my job to protect you two, not yours. I had to do this. I couldnt let him die, Dean. I couldnt."

Dean was so filled with anger and grief he couldnt look at her, he couldnt think straight but when she walked away from him he swung around, "Where the hell are you going?"

"To see if it worked."