The sun was reaching it's peak over the horizon. The bright orange and red accompanied it as it shinned in vibrant colors all around, surrounding the ball of scorching heat making it seem threatening. That's all the sun was, a big ball of red and orange with flames higher than hell's fire as they swirled and crashed with intensity, mocking everything in it's path, saying one day everything's gonna burn in my wrath. Yet right in that moment it was the most beautiful thing Sam has ever seen. The clouds of white floated up into the air constantly moving, constantly shifting as they swiftly made their way across ocean blue in slow strides.

When he thought about it, fire was possibly the worst way to go. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to continuously burn in forever flames that melted skin and bone. The agony that would be to feel your skin bubble as it melted away in a burnt crisp was hard to contemplate and it scared the hell out of him because in the hours to come it would be his fate.

He let Lucifer out. He had to put him back in. Even if it meant he would have to suffer in hell to do it. He had to right his wrongs and there was only one way to do that and even then it didn't wash away all that he's done, what he had unleashed. No amount of apologies or trying to make up for it can change the mistakes he made and he's made some incredible ones. Mistakes that will burn with him in justified means as a constant reminder that he deserved what awaited him in the next few hours. It still didn't make it any easier because in all honesty Sam was scared shitless. He had to say yes to Lucifer and he had to make sure he didn't let the devil take control of him before he could toss him back where he belonged, back in the cage.

Sam was perched on one of the many junker cars of Bobby's junk yard. His back was pressed against the cracked window with one leg drawn up and the other laid across the hood. He stared out towards the half hidden sun. Minutes were ticking, his time was getting short and all he could think about was the afterlife. He always knew he was going to hell but he never knew just how afraid he would be when that time came.

The sound of crunching gravel came towards him and he didn't look in the direction of the noise, knowing it had to be either Bobby or Dean. A voice quickly followed. "Sam?"

Bobby's worried voice called his name and Sam turned to find Bobby leaning his weight against the side of the car Sam rested on. He had concern in his orbs that Sam's seen countless times in the man. It made him smile when he thought about how much of a father Bobby has been to them.

"Hey, Bobby." Sam gave him a small smile.

Bobby gazed up and sighed. "I, uh, I want you to know that I don't hold anything against you, Sam." He stated sympathetically, truthfully.

Sam was about to say something but Bobby held up a firm hand to stop him from saying anything. He looked at Sam with sad eyes and Sam knew he had more to say so he clamped his mouth shut and listened as Bobby spoke his peace.

"I said some crappy things, son. One thing in particular I am not proud of. I know I said it before but, I didn't mean it when I said to lose my number. No matter how mad I was or how hurt you and Dean are the sons I never had." Bobby took a deep breath. "Dammit, Sam. I'm not okay with you willingly jumping into the cage. Hell, no one is but I get it."

Sam looked at Bobby in surprise. He wasn't expecting the sudden heartfelt words, the confession Bobby just made. The moment Bobby told him to lose his number, the hurtful words that were thrown at him, he had felt a piercing pain in his chest that imbedded itself tightly into his heart because like Dean Bobby was his family and they were the two people that could crush his soul with just a few choice of words. He felt the ghostly touch of sorrow washing over him with the weight of his actions and the consequences of his choices. At that moment, when Bobby stared at him with hate in his eyes and rage in his posture, he truly felt that there was no better end for him than death and even after he learned Bobby was being possessed at the time he still couldn't discard those words. Even if it was a demon it was still Bobby and those feelings were there, buried deep or barely hanging over the edge, they were there.

Sam swallowed. His throat suddenly felt very dry. "Bobby, don't. It's okay. What you said? It was true. I gotta make this right." A sudden determination lit a spark inside him. He would place Lucifer back into the cage. "I have to make this right."

Bobby shook his head. "You won't be alone. You have me and that idjit brother of yours." He placed a hand on Sam's shoulder for a gesture of comfort before dropping his hand back down and smiling. "You two. You're gonna be the death of me."

Sam snickered. Bobby often stated that fact when either him or Dean got into a situation that ended bloody or just down right horrible. Which was usually the case when one of them was on the verge of dying and gave Bobby a heart attack as a aftermath.

"Thank you. For everything, Bobby." Sam nodded.

Bobby made a 'humph' sound when something caught his attention. "So that's where it went."

Sam's brows came together in confusion at Bobby's statement. It took a moment to realize where Bobby's line of sight was, where his eyes rested, before he understood that he was gesturing towards the small black cord around his neck that remained half hidden under his shirt. Sam grabbed it and lifted it out from the shirt and studied it in his hands, the cord still snug against his skin, likes he don't many times since fishing it out of the garbage.

Sam cleared his throat. "Yeah."

Bobby eyed him. "Sam, whatever Dean did or said you know the idjit didn't mean it. You know how he gets when he has a pissy fit. You both got to much of John's genes."

That made Sam snort. "Guess you're right." He knew exactly how much alike Dean was to their father.

Sam was the odd one out, though. He resembled nothing of their father. They never saw eye to eye, to busy fighting on a regular basis to even know each other. He would never understand how Dean got that Sam was more like John than he was. Sam just didn't see it.

Bobby stepped away from the car. "Dean does things without thinkin. I'm not sure what happened, if he gave it back to you or what-"

"Or threw it in the trash-" Sam cut in, still fingering the small object.

"Or threw it in the trash. Point is, Dean's got a habit of throwing tantrums. He'll regret it later and we both know he will be sorry as hell. My question is, are you going to let him know you picked it up?" Bobby asked skeptically, knowing how things went with the brothers and he highly doubted Sam would even breath a word of the amulet to Dean.

Sam closed his eyes as he pondered the question. He had no intention of telling Dean that he had picked it out of the trash and now wore it securely around his neck. It wasn't that he didn't want to give it back to Dean, but, he knows his brother and Dean was still pissed about his heaven. All Dean would do would throw it away for a second time. "I don't know." He answered truthfully knowing that if he didn't give it to Dean before he went on the suicide mission to put Lucifer back in the box that he would never be able to give it back.

"Gotcha. Well Dean will be out here soon. God knows the kids worried about ya." Bobby emphasized.

Sam nodded, his lips pushed out. "Yeah. Okay."

Bobby started to walk away, back towards the house but he stopped briefly to look back at Sam and say, "Remember what I said, Sam. I'm damn proud of you kid."

Sam, with wide shocked eyes, watched as Bobby disappeared into the house.

It was the first time Bobby has stated that he was actually proud of him. It was hard to believe seeing all that's happened, what he had done, but when he said it Sam saw the honesty in his eyes and the pride that shined past blue orbs.

It was a second later that Dean appeared and was walking towards him. Sam quickly placed the necklace back under his shirt.

Are you going to let him know you picked it up?

Bobby's question still spoke in his mind as if he was asking it again and Sam didn't know what the answer was, but, as Dean made it to him, as he bent over opening the small cooler to take out two beers, handing one to Sam, Sam smiled because they were going to be okay. Dean's worried filled emerald eyes were the same as always, displaying so much concern for Sam when ever his brother was seriously hurt, or, in this case, about to jump into a dark deep hole and into hell. A place no one in their right mind would willingly go.

At the end of the day Sam had jumped into the pit taking Lucifer as well as Michael with him. Sadly, along with Adam as well.

And the amulet was dangling around his neck as he fell.


A/N: There is possibly about three more chapters. Which they will be alot longer so. Sorry this was supposed to be a one shot or whatever XD But oh well. I know exactly how Dean's gonna see the necklace. Can't wait to write it.