Author's Note:

Hello all! It's been a long, hard road to this point, but I've finally and when I say finally I mean FINALLY, finished... sort of. I've written out the last couple of chapters and now I'm just waiting on my beta to read and look for plot holes and the like. I'm working on an epilogue/prologue that will lead to the next installment of this crossover series called "Clap Your Hands If You Believe." Please leave a review. If you've been patiently waiting for chapter updates all this time then I applaud you because you're awesome and I know I don't update as regularly as I should, but just... thanks. At any rate, here's the last chapter. Again I hope you enjoy it.

When they landed Dean took in his surroundings. The place looked familiar, but it was a wreck. Bar stools were turned over. Broken glass and debris littered the floor. Demons were everywhere. Laughing, drinking, having sex on the pool table. "Is… is this Merlotte's?" he asked turning to Cas.

"You said Bon Temps," the angel shrugged. "You did not say where in Bon Temps." Suddenly the demons looked up from whatever they were doing.

They all began to walk towards the angel and the hunter, chanting "Lo Lo Bromios, Lo Lo Dendrites, Eleutherios, Enorches, Bacchus."

"I'll fight them off," Cas insisted. Dean hesitated. "Go!" the angel ordered. Dean hurried to the back of the restaurant. As he was about to head out the back door, he heard a noise coming from the kitchen. It sounded like someone struggling inside the freezer. He pulled out his pistol and made his way over to the large silver door.

He tried to open it, but it was locked from the inside. He knocked on the door. "Hey open up!"

"Fuck no!" a familiar voice retorted.

Dean thought for a beat. "Detective Bellefleur?"

"Who the fuck's askin'?" Andy asked.

"It's Agent Bonham. I'm er… I'm here to help," he lied. Dean heard more than one voice inside. "Is there someone in there with you?"

"Maybe…" the detective responded. "You one of those zombie eyed freaks?"

Dean threw his hands up exasperated. "No, Andy I'm not a zombie."

Andy opened the freezer door and shined a flashlight in Dean's eyes. "He's tellin' the truth," he muttered to the person inside that he couldn't see. "Are the rest of them things gone?" he asked climbing out of the freezer.

"Yes, " Castiel said appearing in the kitchen doorway. "I exorcised a few, but most of them fled. We're safe, for now." Cas watched as Sam Merlotte stepped out of the freezer. "No wonder there were so many demons here. They were after the shapeshifter."

"The what?" Andy asked turning around to look at Sam.

Dean looked at Sam. "You're a shapeshifter?"

Sam looked up at Dean. "What of it?" he asked defensively.

"He's a what?" Andy asked looking from Sam to Dean.

"Detective Bellefleur, this son of a bitch 's'been lyin' to you. He ain't FBI. I know his kind. I can smell 'em a mile away." Sam stepped closer towards Dean.

"Move any closer and I'll put you down like a dog," Dean snarled. "Now I got no beef with you. You're just a guy who just so happens to sniff other people's asses on occasion, but what I do have a problem with is Maryann." The shifter suddenly relaxed, which made Dean feel a little less uneasy. He turned to Cas, "What did you mean they were after the shapeshifter?"

"The ritual, it requires the blood of a supernatural creature, preferably one whose heart still beats. The demons are most likely doing the maenad's bidding. She is quite powerful. Even for demons their behavior is… troubling."

"It's like they're hopped up on hellcat nip, which is a good thing. Whatever spell she's got on 'em will make 'em a little easier to handle."

"The whole damn town's possessed. Andy and I seem to be the only ones who ain't. They tried to kill me once before, but Andy saved me," Sam explained. "He's the only one in town I trust."

Suddenly Jason crept in through the back door. He was holding a chainsaw; he lowered it when he saw the group standing in the kitchen. "Dean? The hell are you doin' here, bubba? You look good." He seemed genuinely happy to see Dean up on his feet. "Last I saw you…" he noticed the angel standing in front of him. "Who the hell is this?"

"I was about to ask the same thing," Sam chimed in, offended that the guy outted him in front of everyone.

"I'm Castiel. I'm an angel of the Lord." Cas introduced himself.

"Of course," Sam nodded skeptically.

"Look those demons are still out there. We need lines of salt along every window and door. You got that?" Sam and Andy busied themselves searching for salt. Dean looked at his watch. It was nearly eight o'clock. "We don't have long until kick off," he said to Cas. He pulled out his phone and called Bobby.

"Jesus boy, where the hell you been? You tryin' to give me a heart attack?" the old man breathed.

"I'm fine Bobby, it's Sam. He's gonna break the final seal if we don't stop him. I'm in Bon Temps. We're stranded at Merlotte's for now."

"I'm on my way," the old hunter replied.

"Hey Bobby… take my car," he insisted. The old man hung up. Dean put his phone away. "What's the population of Bon Temps," he asked.

"2,712," Castiel answered.

Dean looked around the kitchen at the small group of men. An angel, a shifter, a detective, two hunters (if Bobby made it into town alive), and the village idiot. "That's six against damn near three thousand demons," he sighed. "Holy fuck, we are in for one hell of a night."

Sookie stood behind the cover of trees watching as demons danced and chanted around a large statue of rotting meat. Her grandmother's house, the one she took so much pride in, was covered in mud and feces. The stench of it all made her want to vomit, but nothing hurt more than watching her Gran's legacy being consumed by something so evil. She continued to watch in horror, unaware that Lafayette had approached her.

"Don't take it personal Sook," he insisted, placing a hand on her shoulder. "They ain't themselves." His words offered no comfort.

"My Gran lived and died in that house. And now these things, who are the exact opposite of everything she stood for are defiling her," she continued looking on in disgust. "I was almost raped in Dallas, but somehow this is so much worse." She turned to look at him. "The first time I met Maryann, I knew there was something seriously off about her. She was thinking creepy foreign stuff and I could tell it wasn't good."

Lafayette lowered his rifle. "I mean you couldn't 've stopped it," he shrugged.

Sookie shook her head. To her it was just another excuse. She felt like this was her fault. If she hadn't ran off to Dallas, if she had stayed home and been there to protect Tara somehow this wouldn't have happened. Tara tried to warn her not to go. But her love for Bill, it clouded everything. Hell, it nearly got her killed on more than one occasion. "How come there's so much evil in the world?" she asked, still looking at the house. "How come so many people are willing to do bad things and hurt other people?" The sun was starting to creep behind the horizon.

"Because they're weak," he answered, steadying the rifle as he watched the demons in the yard.

Sookie raised her chin and turned to Lafayette. "Well I am not weak," she declared. "And I'm not afraid. I am gonna kick that evil bitch's ass outta my Gran's house and then you are gonna shoot her."

"In the fuckin' head," Lafayette agreed.

"Hey! You're trespassin'. You're gon' have to pay a fine!" someone yelled from above them. Sookie looked up. It was Arlene and Terry. The two jumped down from the tree. Their eyes were black. "The fine is a hundred million dollars," Arlene giggled. "And your pants," she added, pointing to Lafayette.

"I'll take that gun." Terry reached for the rifle.

Lafayette stepped back. "Hey, hey! How 'bout drugs? You take drugs?" he asked, slinging the rifle onto his back and digging into his pockets.

"No, I do not take drugs, thank you," the demon replied moving closer to Lafayette.

"C'mon, darlin'. It'll make sex real nice," a black eyed Terry suggested.

Arlene mulled it over for a beat. "Okay…" she grinned. "Gimme!"

Lafayette whipped out a bag of pills. "Gon' Sook, go get Tara. I got them," he urged, dangling the bag of pills while the demons followed him deeper into the woods. Sookie ran to the side entrance of the house and walked into the kitchen. The house was in worse condition than it was yesterday. Animal entrails, feces, dirt and leaves littered the floor.

She stopped in her tracks and listened. There were voices coming from upstairs. "Tara?" she called before running up the stairs. The voices were coming from her Gran's old room. She could hear glass breaking and muffled laughter through the door. "Tara?" she whispered before entering the room. Inside, Tara and Eggs were smashing Gran's porcelain knick-knacks. "Stop! What are you doing?" she cried.

"Aww, tear it up," Eggs laughed. "It's paid for." He threw one of Gran's old bottles of perfume on the floor. His eyes were coal black as he smiled and danced around the room, breaking Gran's mirror.

Tara began unraveling a ball of yarn. Gran was knitting a shawl for Sookie the night she was murdered. Sookie didn't have the heart to pack her things away, but these demons were destroying everything she held sacred. "Tara please! Stop! That's Gran's," she cried.

"Tara's not home right now," the demon laughed. The two finally stopped destroying the room and started to walk towards her.

"Tara, I know you're in there," she started backing away. "Please, don't do this. I know you can fight it." Sookie felt someone behind her touch her shoulder. She turned around. It was Lafayette. His eyes suddenly went black.

"Where you been at? I was lookin' for you," he whispered. Sookie screamed at the top of her lungs and pushed the demon aside. He was too fast. He grabbed her by the arm and threw her onto the bed. "She wants you downstairs. It's almost time," he said to Tara.

"Yeah?" she replied, looking up from what she was doing. "He's comin'," she breathed in awe. "This means he's comin'!" She ran downstairs, giddy with excitement. Eggs quickly followed behind her.

Lafayette turned his attention back to Sookie. "Take off your clothes," he ordered, his cold black eyes lingering over her body.

"What?" Sookie asked incredulously. "Lafayette, please I know you're in there—"

"Take off yo' fuckin' clothes!" he shouted. Sookie quickly did as she was told. The demon reached behind her and pulled out a white dress from a brown paper bag. "Now put this on," he requested calmly. Again, she did as he said. When she had slipped into the gown he pushed her out of the bedroom. "Go!" he barked.

Sookie walked down the stairs slowly. The demon pushed her when she reached the last step and she tumbled to the ground. "Come now, that's no way to treat our maid of honor." Sookie looked up. There standing before her in her Gran's wedding dress was Maryann. "Welcome Sookie," the maenad beamed.

She struggled to her feet. "What the hell are you doin' in my grandmother's wedding dress?"

Maryann ignored her question. "Come, come! Join us. It's almost time." She led Sookie into the living room where Tara, Arlene and a few other familiar faces were gathered. They were all dressed in white, their heads adorned with wreathes. They all gathered around Maryann and resumed primping the maenad's hair and adjusting her dress.

"You have no right to wear that," Sookie snarled.

Maryann looked down at the dress. "Yes I know I should've asked first, but I couldn't find you. You'd probably never use it anyway," she looked up at Sookie knowingly.

"Oh go to hell!" she spat. The demons gasped. Maryann suddenly looked hurt.

"Don't be so negative," she murmured. "After all it is my day."

Sookie looked at her disgusted. "And you're in my house, and those are my friends. I don't know how you did what you've done to them, but I will not let this happen." She raised her chin defiantly; unafraid despite the fact she was standing in a room full of demons. She imagined Sam and Dean would be rather proud of her in that moment.

Maryann's face grew solemn. She turned to the demons that surrounded her. "Girls would you mind going and helping with refreshments. I need to have a word with my maid of honor." The demons nodded and hurried out of the front door. When they were alone, Maryann took a step closer to the telepath. "I'm all yours give it your best," she glared at Sookie.

Sookie looked at the maenad, confused as to what exactly she was asking. "My best what?"

"The electricity," she answered wiggling her fingers. "I've never felt anything like it. It was like nature herself shooting out from your finger tips. Do it again."

"I can't. It's never happened to me before I don't even know what it was."

Maryann tilted her head, looking at the telepath skeptically. "C'mon, tell me. It's just us girls. What are you?"

Sookie rolled her eyes. "I do not have electrical powers. I am a human being!"

"You keep saying that but if you were human I'd feel it. A thing like me lives off of human energy. Well all the good parts anyway. Lust, violence, anger, greed…" She walked over to the mirror above the fireplace and started adjusting her hair. "You… I just can't seem to get a read on what you are" She turned around to face Sookie. "It'll be our little secret. What are you?"

Sookie stood her ground and looked Maryann in the eye. "I'm a waitress. What the fuck are you?"

"A waitress," she laughed. "Oh Sookie, you're so much more than a waitress. I dare say you're more than human." The thought troubled Sookie. Of course she was a telepath, but she never considered that she wasn't human. Her mother and father were human. So wouldn't that make her human as well? "There's definitely something special about you," she mused. "Something in your blood. I wish I could put my finger on it. Oh well, you're not the only one with special blood in this town."

Sookie thought for a beat. Who else was she talking about? "Sam…" she whispered. "You're going to marry Sam?"

Maryann looked at her as if she had been insulted. "Please… My husband is a god. The most beautiful of all the angels. Sam is simply a vessel." Tears suddenly filled her eyes. "It's been so long. You'll have to excuse me," she said fanning her eyes. "I'm going to smear everything." She took a few deep breaths and turned around to face Sookie. A smile spread across her face. "Once everything is complete, that is once I have the missing ingredient," she corrected. "My husband will come forth."

"Missing ingredient?" Sookie asked.

"The shapeshifter," Maryann revealed. "He's the blood sacrifice I'll need to complete the ritual. Then and only then will the seal be broken. That's why you're here. Sam Merlotte, Sam Winchester… they both have feelings for you along with everyone else in this town. Sam Merlotte is the one who will bring forth Lilith. Sam Winchester will bring forth Lucifer. And you… you will bring me both."

Suddenly Tara entered through the front door. "She's here."

Maryann's eyes went wild with anticipation. "Well bring her in."

A beautiful tall blonde with full lips and a wide smile entered. She was wearing a white evening gown. Her eyes suddenly went white. "It's almost time," she smiled.

"Yes, my dearest sister," Maryann beamed. Her eyes widened in awe. "You're even more beautiful than I remember. He perfected you. An entire race born of you."

The woman caressed Maryann's face, "And soon we'll be one."

Sookie finally spoke up. "You're Lilith aren't you?"

The woman looked over at Sookie, as if she was unaware that the telepath had been there the entire time. "I am."

Sookie glared at the demon. "Sam's on his way to kill you, you bitch. Both of you."

"This is Sookie Stackhouse," Maryann introduced. "She's going to be my maid of honor."

"I wonder if you're as pretty on the inside as you are on the outside," she walked over to the telepath. "How 'bout I rip you open and find out." Maryann stopped her.

"I won't let you ruin my big day," she warned.

Lilith glared at Maryann, but backed away from Sookie. "Let's get started. The sooner we get this ritual over with the better."

"But Sam Merlotte—" Maryann began.

"We don't need him!" Lilith interrupted. "How many times have we tried this? Shapeshifters, werewolves, a fucking swamp witch? We have a perfectly good sacrifice right here. She's obviously not human. Bring them in and let's get started." Maryann nodded and went outside to get her bridesmaids. "She's absolutely delusional, but incredibly powerful." She looked at Sookie, who was trembling at the thought of being a sacrifice. "Don't be afraid little one. We just need a little bit of your magic is all."

"I don't have any magic!" Sookie protested with tears in her eyes. The demon simply laughed.

Maryann entered with Tara, Arlene and several others behind her. They placed several chairs in a circle and sat down. Maryann and Lilith sat in the middle, facing each other. The demons began chanting. "Lo Lo Bromios, Lo Lo Dendrites, Eleutherios, Enorches, Bacchus." Maryann took out a golden knife and a bronze chalice. Lilith took the knife and slit her wrist and bled into the cup. Her eyes flashed white as she looked up at Sookie. "Give me your hand," she crooned.

Sookie shook her head. Suddenly Lilith grabbed her wrist and cut her arm. Sookie cried out in pain. Maryann held the chalice underneath the wound, as she bled out into the cup. Maryann then looked at Lilith. "What now?" she asked.

"Drink," Lilith ordered. The maenad drank the blood. When she finished it, Lilith smiled. "You did well, my sister." Suddenly Lilith shoved her entire arm through the maenad's torso. Black blood spewed everywhere. Sookie shrieked in terror.

Maryann looked at Lilith, confused. "I am to be the sacrifice?" she whispered. "What of my husband?"

"He's not your husband you crazy bitch. He's my father." Lilith removed her hand and Maryann fell to the ground. The white-eyed demon then began to say something in Latin. Black smoke filtered out of her mouth and entered Maryann's. For a moment the room remained still. Sookie watched Maryann's corpse for any sign of life. Suddenly she opened her eyes, which shown white. "This body's so gross, and wrinkly," Lilith complained as she stood. "Maenad… witch they're all the same," she mused. "Filthy whores." She looked down at her dress. "Sorry about your grandmother's dress, but let's face it were you really gonna use it?"

"I can't wait 'til Sam tears you a new one," Sookie hissed as she struggled in her seat. Demons were now holding her down.

Laughter rolled from her full lips. "Oh sweetheart, I'm counting on it."