3 months later...

Dean was sat in the Impala, waiting for his brother to arrive back. He looked to the back seat and sighed to the now 8 Sammy. 'Alright there kid?' He nodded, then looked out the window. 'Where's dad?' Dean sighed, then said. 'Picking us up some salt.'

Sammy nodded, then said quietly. 'I miss mommy...' Dean sighed, then said regretfully.

'So do I kid...'

The passenger side opened and Sam got in, dumping the bags at his feet and looking at Dean as he was silent. 'What?' He almost demanded. Dean shook his head, then started the engine.

When they stopped outside Lisas, Sammy asked his father. 'Daddy?' He looked over and said. 'Yeah?' Sammy sighed, then said. 'When am I gonna see you again?' Sam groaned, then got out, opening the back door and picking him up, going.

'A few days. I promise; I'll never let you out of my sight any longer.'

Sammy hugged him, then ran over to Lisa, who was waiting by the door, smiling at Sammy as he ran up, hugging him. Sam watched in silence, then got back in next to Dean, watching his son wave once then close the front door.

Dean sighed. 'Sam... this has got to stop.' Sam frowned now, jolting his head around and going. 'What are you talking about?' Dean chuckled, shaking his head. 'Blaming yourself.'

Sam snorted now, then said. 'What would you know?' Dean now said sadly. 'You really think Da-'

'Don't say it.'

Dean groaned in exasperation, then said. 'She would want you to get a grip and stop blaming yourself! Just admit you're not handling it well!'

Sams eyes flashed. 'Not handling it well-? She's dead Dean! And I could've stopped it!' Dean watched in silence, then sighed. 'Maybe if you talked-?'

'Shut up.'

Dean watched as Sam pushed the door open and walked off into the sunset. He sighed, then cut the engine, getting out and walking over to Lisas.

He'd be back when he'd calmed down.

Sam walked through the woods, kicking the fallen leaves as he went, Deans words on his mind.

But-? Mom, Jess... and now Dawn... they were all his fault. Maybe he was destined to be alone...

He stopped in the middle of the path and sighed. Dean was right-

He wasn't handling it very well at all...

Sam looked up at the sky, which was obscured by treetops- it was getting dark now...He sighed and turned, heading back to Lisas, where he knew Dean would be.

Dean watched Sam come through the front door, face still fallen. Sam sighed and sat down next to his brother, letting Sammy come over and hug him, sitting him on his lap.

Lisa sighed, then looked at the TV, and her eyes widened.

'Guys-?'

They looked up, then at the TV; it was spitting and fizzing like mad. Sam put his son down, then stood up slowly.

'Sam-? Sa- m-?'

His eyes widened, then he knelt in front of it, staring at the screen as her crackled voice came out of it again.

'Sam? Anyone! Plea-!'

Sam shook his head, putting a hand on the screen and going. 'Dawn? Dawn! Can you hear me? Dawn!'

'Oh my god Sam I'm so scared...'I- I don't- they are-'

With a tear in his eye, realizing she couldn't hear him, he said. 'Dawn... I'm gonna get you out of there. I promise you.' But as the screen returned to normal, he put a hand either side of the TV, shaking his head, feeling the hole in his heart ripping open further.

'Dawn...'

He put his head against the screen, closing his eyes tightly- he was never going to get her back... not now.

The others watched in silence, Dean hugging little Sammy into his chest, then shook his head, feeling almost like Sam- that had been... so cruel. So near, yet so far.

'Ten freaky demons, sitting on the wall. Then along comes Lucifer, who goes and fucks them all...'

'If you sing that again, I'll freaking stab you.'

'Bring it you freak!'

Dawn groaned as the demon kept his word, burying it up to the hilt in her side. 'That all?' She said with a painful smirk. The demon growled- three months; thirty years, this bitch had refused to break. Well it was her soul he was aiming for, since one more blow would cause it to shatter.

Dawn heard the bloodstained chains that held her in place chink, almost ominously as she readjusted herself. The demon smirked, then pulled the knife out, making the bitch flinch a little.

He could tell she was married to a freaking Winchester- she was tough, refusing to budge.

The demon smirked. 'Hey- you've almost beaten Deans high score if you hold on for another month or so.'

Dawn smiled sarcastically. 'Oh goodie (!)'

'Well, well... Dawn. How nice of you to "drop in"'

Dawn truly felt fear shoot through her for the first time during her stay of Hell.

'Lucifer...'

He chuckled, standing before her with his arms folded and a smirk upon his face. He walked over the demon and took the knife of him, going with another smirk. 'We're gonna have fun now, aren't we? And I wouldn't try contacting your little family again- they can't help.'

As he rammed the knife into her chest, she truly screamed for the first time.

Dean watched Sam as he rummaged through the trunk of the Impala, clueless as to what he was looking for.

'What are you-?' He started, but Sam said curtly. 'I'm not leaving her there.'

With a second silence, Dean asked quietly. 'You're gonna do something stupid, aren't you?'

Sam chuckled darkly, then Dean said with a frown as he pulled out the Colt. 'What are you doing with that-?' Sam shrugged. 'Devils Gate.'

Deans eyes widened.

'Sam... no! What the hell are you playing at! You want to cause the second Apocalypse!'

Sam looked coldly at his brother as he grabbed the gun from him, then scoffed. 'Dean... you don't understand-'

'You're freaking right I don't! You really think Dawn would want you unleashing Hell just to get her back!'

Sam lent against the ca now, closing his eyes and groaned, going.

'I just want her back Dean...'

Dean nodded, throwing the gun back into the trunk, going.

'I know...' then with a sigh.

'Then we'll look for another way ok? I'll help. We'll get her back.'

Yay! The hunts on! And poor Dawn- Lucifers not exactly gonna be all peachy:( Next up later on! X Nic