Stuck in the middle with you.

I knocked ferociously on the door, making my knuckles feel like they're going to start bleeding. I sighed as there was no answer, so I keep knocking, this time harder and surely scraping skin off my knuckles. I tap my foot on the concrete floor, looking around impatiently. I hear the door unlock and twist open, revealing a shocked and confused Dean. "Where's Sam?" I ask, not wasting a second.

Dean just moves out of the way, revealing Sam sitting at his laptop, researching whatever case they're on. I rush over to him as he stands up, wrapping my arms around his torso and holding him tightly as tears fall from my face. "I'm so glad you're okay." I murmur into his chest. He holds me tightly but loosens his grip when it all hits him.

"Why are you here? Is everything okay? What's going on?" Sam asks me a million questions and I pull away from him, wiping the tears from my face. I look back to Dean who's standing at the locked door, watching us in concern and confusion.

"I-I couldn't stay at home alone any longer." I stutter out and Sam raises an eyebrow in confusion, not understanding me.

"What happened?" Dean asks me, coming closer to us. I take a deep breath and look from Dean up to Sam.

"Sammy, I have to talk to you." I tell him softly, "I'll explain after, Dean.". Sam nods, grabbing my hand and walking outside with me. We walk outside to a picnic table and I feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I try to shake them away, but it's no use, they keep pooling up.

"Faith, what's going on? You're starting to scare me."

I look up at Sam and see the concern, fear, and stress in his face. I shouldn't have come here, I should've let it be and I should've just dealt with Lucifer when he showed up at my home. He knows where I am every day, I can't run away from him, and now I'm putting Sam in danger by coming here and telling him what happened. I take a deep, yet shaky breath and walk over to Sam, taking his hands in mine and holding them tightly.

Sam moves his hands from my grip, wiping the tears off my face. "You have to give Lucifer your consent," I tell him, my voice shaking just as much as my hands. "You have to let him."

Sam's eyebrows knit together in confusion, he shakes his head and looks at me in shock. "W-what are you talking about?"

I clear my throat, looking up at him and moving a strand of hair behind his ear. "You need to give Lucifer your consent. You're his vessel and it'll be more difficult for you to fight it than just accepting it and letting him in."

Sam shakes his head, "How do you know this? What happened, Faith?" his voice getting louder as the fear flows through him.

My eyes move from my hands up his body, landing with his hazel orbs. "He came into my home the other day... He told me about you being his vessel and said that you must agree to him or he'll kill both of us... bringing you back without choice." I let out a small weep, "Sam, I'm so sorry." Shaking my head as tears fall down my face.

"H-how does he know you? Faith, tell me!"

I close my eyes tightly, the tears rushing from my eyes. "He kept my dad alive for me and helped me with Scott... Sam, I made a deal with the devil."

Sam stares at me, tears in his eyes as he shakes his head, lost in disbelief. "No, no, no, no."

"I'm so sorry, Sammy, I'm so, so, sorry."

Sam is at lost for words, not knowing how to digest everything I just told him. He walks over to me, pulling me into his chest and holding me tightly. "Why would you do that?"

"I had no one, Sam. You left, Dean left, my mom, everyone. He was the only person I had, and I read something in his book about calling for the man himself, I didn't think it would actually work... and now he's going to use me as leverage against you. He's going to use me to make you do what he needs you to. Oh god, I'm such an idiot."

Sam takes a deep breath, continuing his tight embrace. "You're with me now, I'm here, I'm not leaving. We'll figure it out and it'll be okay."

"What do you mean made a deal with the devil?" Dean says angrily, not understanding the story. "You're telling me you just rang up Lucifer and he helped you with all of these things? For free? And you thought it was a good idea to ask Satan for help? Not a doctor, a police officer, or us?"

I look up at Dean, my chest moving as I try to steady my breathing. "Dean lay off. She didn't have anyone, and she didn't know better."

Dean shakes his head, "Maybe if her dad didn't hide hunting from her she'd know better than go knocking at Hell's doors."

My eyebrow raises, and I stand up, shaking my head, "What do you mean hide hunting from me?"

Dean looks at me, narrowing his gaze and laughing in an angry manner. "Why else would our dads be best-friends, huh? They hunted together, Faith! Don't be so naïve."

"Watch it, Dean!" Sam shouted at his brother, getting defensive over me.

"He wasn't, he couldn't have been. He raised me! He was never gone as much as your dad was. This doesn't make sense." I say in disbelief. It doesn't piece together.

"Your dad retired when your mom was pregnant with you. He helped our dad here and there, but you were always his main concern. Jesus Christ, Faith, I can't believe you were stupid enough to work with Lucifer. Now we're truly fucked."

Sam glares at his brother, "We're no more fucked than before."

Dean looks at his brother with anger, "No more? We must take care of Faith now who's practically the Megara to your Hercules! She's his puppet and he's going to play her to get to you, Sam! You can't make that deal with you, you can't be thinking it's a good idea!"

Sam sighs, shaking his head, not knowing how to respond. "Dean, you don't understand," I tell him calmly.

"I get it, I get the clear picture. I don't think you understand here, Faith. You asked the devil for help, and you didn't think that would come back and bite you in the ass? Really?" He sighs, not being able to look at me. "We should've been there when all of that shit happened, but we weren't, and now we have Lucifer wanting Sam's body, and you to help him get it. He's using you as a puppet, Faith, do you not see that?"

I spring from the bed, getting in Dean's face, "Of course I see that, Dean! Why else would I have come here? I drove 14 hours to talk to you guys about it so that you knew. Do you think I want Sam to give Lucifer consent? No! But I know him well enough to know that he's a man of his word and will kill Sam only to bring him back as his vessel. Don't be stupid, Dean. You're not fighting a typical demon or witch, you're trying to fight the devil himself."

Sam walks over to me, grabbing my arms gently and moving me away from Dean. "I think we should get to sleep. Dean, maybe grab a bite to eat or something." Sam tells his brother as he stands in between us.

Dean sighs, "I'm sorry, Faith, I just don't know how to deal with all of this." He apologizes to me and I nod, accepting it. "I'll see you guys later." Leaving us alone in the motel room.

Sam pulls down the comforter and sighs, rubbing his eyes and then running a hand through his hair. I watch as he takes his place on the bed, not saying anything to me. I let out a small sniff from crying and walk over to my bag, changing into pajama shorts and a tank top. I turn the light off and then I walk over to the bed and lay down, staring up at the ceiling.

"I'm not mad at you, Faith." I look over to Sam and nod slightly, not knowing what to say anymore. "I understand why you did it, I just don't want you getting hurt because of this."

"I don't want you getting hurt either, Sam. I don't want to lose you again, and I don't want to come in between of you and Dean."

Sam turns onto his side so that he can face me. "You won't. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere." He says with a slight grin. "Come here." I move closer to him, wrapping my arms around him and leaning my head on his chest as I do my best to fall asleep.