Dean called Castiel soon after Sam... died. Dean's eyes were dry now after crying for hours. He was drinking. He couldn't believe that His Sammy, His entire world was dead now. That mere thought was very overwhelming for him. He drank and drank to try to forget what had happened but his tear duct was very active right now. "Sammmyy..." he breathed and took his head in his hands and collapsed and Castiel was there to comfort him. He couldn't see his friend in this situation. If he could, he would bring Sam back but he wasn't at his full power. He couldn't bring anyone back.


Sam was wandering what seemed like a dream. Everything was black around him. "Hello Sam" a voice echoed and Sam turned around to see a worn out looking guy standing. "Who're you?" Sam asked. "Oh yes, our introduction was delayed. I'm the one that you freed, Sam" the man said and Sam froze. He didn't like what he was thinking and he was hoping against hope that what he was thinking wasn't true. "You're thinking right, Sam. I am the fallen archangel, Lucifer" he said.

"Why are you here?" Sam asked, stepping backwards. "Well to bring you back, Ofcourse" Lucifer smiled. "Why?" Sam asked, voice stern. "You see Sam, this vessel is temporary. I need my permanent vessel and you're my vessel. My true vessel" he said and Sam froze. He was a bigger monster than he had imagined. He was the meat suit of the devil himself but if he was the devil, then why hadn't he possessed him yet? Sam asked himself and suddenly he knew the answer.

"You need my consent" Sam said and Lucifer nodded. "So what do you think?" Lucifer asked. "NO" Sam said, looking at the devil in the eye. "You're very brave Sam, I must say. Dean raised you right" Lucifer said but he stepped forward. "No matter how much you say NO, I will have you Sam. Until then" Lucifer snapped his fingers and everything turned white.


Sam gasped awake to see that a white cloth covered him and his hands and feet were bind together. "Mmmmmfffff" he tried to speak and then instantly, the cloth was being ripped apart. "Sammyyyy" Dean saw that.. Sam was... Very much Alive. Castiel checked him whether it was something else but he gave the Green card. After being freed, Sam came out of the backseat of the Impala and Dean crushed him in a bone crushing hug and started to cry his eyes out while kissing his forehead and his hair, making sure that his brother was alive.

Sam let his brother do everything to him. He knew what was it like to lose your brother infront of you. "I'm here now, Dean, I'm not going anywhere" Sam said and Dean pulled him in more hard. Sam was smiling, head resting on his protector's shoulders. Castiel was watching the beautiful scene unfold before his eyes and he was smiling all the way. "Sammy... how...?" Dean asked and Sam said "Shhh, it doesn't matter right now. Sleep, Dean. I won't go anywhere" he said and Dean falled limp, his breath evening out.

Sam saw how Dean had drunk himself into misery. He looked to Castiel standing, and nodded his head and Cas nodded back, smiling. The angel took both the brothers to a motel nearby where they both slept in peace. "Rest well, Sam and Dean. I will watch over you both" Castiel said and the Winchesters sleeped on.


Author's note: Here you go guys. I didn't want to let Sam dead, so wrote another chapter. Happy reading :) 3