Dean's footsteps echoed loudly in the large, dark room, he resisted the urge to run to the still body on the floor. As he entered Lucifer stirred, looking up. His eyes widened and he shook his head, mouthing something.

It's a trap, it's a trap.

Dean had suspected but never realized it until a second too late. It had seemed too easy from the start but the pieces had never been fully put together. A shimmering light covered the door, trapping Dean in. And backup out. Dean felt horrible nervous butterflies rise in his gut. From a dark corner of the room Amara appeared with a flourish, striding across the dirty, bloodied floor into the centre of the room. "Dean," she said.

"Amara," he replied coldly. Her eyes narrowed, confusion evident in them, as if she did not understand his hostility.

She was wearing her low cut black dress, hair pulled off to one side, her cheekbones sharp and angular as knives. She flicked her fingers and the room turned all white. Dean felt dread weigh him down as he remembered his dream. "It's much prettier like this," she stated. "You won't believe what it does to those eyes of yours."

Amara was standing in the centre of a completely white room. Her black dress was as daringly low cut as ever, her sharp eyes seemed to undress Dean the second he entered the room.

"It's been too long," she said in a low, seductive manner.

"Get away," Dean snapped as she took a step towards him. Normally at this point he would feel the urge to go to her but now, now all he could see was Sam with his neck broken, staring sightlessly up at the ceiling in his dream and Cas, in the moment, body twisted and drowning in a pool of blood. "Is he dead?" Dean asked, pulling out the gun, his heart twisting at the sight of his angel.

"You won't shoot," Amara said calmly though her eyes shine with an uncertainty that betrayed her.

"Don't be so sure." Dean calmly kept the gun trained on her forehead. "Is he dead?"

Amara sighed and snapped her fingers, Lucifer, who had been mouthing something frantically at Dean, fell unconscious. "Yes," she confirmed. "He's dead and he died a very human death."

"You took his Grace?" Dean said, forcing calm into his voice. "You took it and then killed him?" Every word he said was like a stake to the chest, like having his heart ripped out.

"Yes," said Amara, looking bored. "Going to kill me Dean? You can't hurt me, you don't want to."

Dean felt hot anger burn through his muscles, hate filled his body. "How dare you?" he screamed. "Why Amara? What was the product of murdering him?"

Amara's eyes widened. "Why would you care?" she yelled. "He's a soldier, he doesn't have a soul, he fed you lies about how you two are his family when all you are is an excuse for his behavior! He didn't care about you.

"Don't say that," Dean said. "Don't you dare say that." His voice was low and dangerous.

Amara squinted at Dean, both fascinated and confused. "How are you doing that?" she asked. "How are you defying me? Resisting me?

Gabriel huddled by the doorway where he, Crowley, and Sam all waited, watching Dean and Amara. When Gabe had first appeared Sam had to put him in a headlock to stop him from running to Lucifer and Castiel. His eyes were still wet from when Amara had indeed confirmed that Cas was dead.

Sam watched with horrified awe as Amara began to speak in a strangely controlling voice to Dean, certain his older brother wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. Dean's eyes fluttered and he swayed in his feet, the gun wavering. Sam stood ready and alert, on the verge of running out catch Dean should he fall, and he did fall but Gabe, despite being smaller, held Sam back.

Dean didn't just crumple as if knocked unconscious with the butt of a gun, but rather collapsed in slow motion. His entire body wavered before his head lolled back, his arms dropped, and his body hit the floor. Sam breathed heavily, trying to control the rage he felt for Amara and the worry for Dean. He watched her walk over to him and kneel beside Dean's almost still body, his soft breathing the only thing informing the younger Winchester he was alive.

"Dean," Amara murmmered. "Oh Dean, why can you resist me?" She ran a hand down his face to his chest, stopping above his stomach.

"Amara!" Lucifer shouted, coming to. "Leave him alone!"

Both Sam and Amara looked up in confusion. Why was Lucifer defending The Righteous Man?

"Why would you care nephew?" Amara questioned, not moving from Dean's side. "It's not like he'll die, I only need to find out why he can resist me."

"So you'll touch his soul," Lucifer said loudly, glancing at where the three were hiding behind the door.

Sam froze as Lucifer's eyes skimmed over him. He knows we're here.

Amara repeated her question. "Why do you care? You're destined to fight him to the death!"

"Not him," Lucifer snapped. "I'm destined to fight Michael, Dean is only involved as a meat suit, it doesn't matter what I think of Dean, don't hurt him!"

Sam's eyes widened. "Why is he defending Dean?" he hissed.

Gabriel looked up, a smile on his face. "He knows how much he meant to Cas."

Amara glared at Lucifer. Then she gently pushed Dean over on to his back, and began moving her hand into his soul, light enveloping her hand as she seemed to pull Dean apart at the seams, searching for an answer.

Dean screamed, it was unlike any sound Sam had ever headed before, animalistic and grotesque. He wanted to run to Dean and...and he didn't know what else. He couldn't hurt Amara and he couldn't kill her because he promised Dean that he could. Sighing and waiting in suppressed agony, he stayed still.

Amara withdrew her hand as if burned. She stumbled to her feet, staring at Dean, who had begun to stir, with both fear and shock. "I don't understand," she whispered. "There's no name, no brand. Just...love?"

Behind her, Lucifer began to cackle, his voice filling the room and echoing off the walls. "Oh Amara," he said, tears of laughter trickling down his face. "You really don't know."

"And you do?" she asked.

"I can believe you don't," Lucifer chortled. "You absolute idiot!"

Amara raised her hand and Lucifer cried out. Sam grabbed Gabriel's arm. "Stay here," he hissed. "Not yet."

Lucifer screamed in pain and Gabe wretched his arm out of Sam's grasp. "Do you enjoy seeing him in pain?" he snapped. "Because he's my big brother Sam, and I hate it, just as you hate seeing Dean in pain."

"Shut it, both of you," Crowley said angrily, keeping his voice low. "Do you want her to hear?"

In the white room, Lucifer looked up, lips bloody. "Oh look, he's waking up," the devil said with a lofty air of boredom. "Ask him now."

Dean was struggling to his feet, looking dazed. "Amara," he said softly. "Did you like what you found?"

Amara crossed the room in two strides. "How?" she asked. "How is there a claim upon your soul? How have I never felt it before?"

Dean grimaced as her hands trailed down his shoulders to his abdominal. "Maybe it's because I never accepted it until only days ago."

"Accepted what?" Amara asked, more interest in her voice than annoyance and anger.

"Who I cared for. I mean, I care about my brother and the world, and to some degree I care about you. But this person left a mark on my soul long before you did."

Amara stepped in closer and Dean, despite being extremely uncomfortable, stood his ground. "Who is this person?" she hissed, leaning up to his ear. "A name."

Dean stepped back. "It doesn't matter," he growled, low and sensually. "I want you, not them." He brushed a stray stand of her hair behind her ear.

Sam's breath caught in his throat, Gabriel looked at Crowley and Sam in shock. "What's he doing?" he whispered angrily. "This wasn't part of the plan."

"Bollocks," Crowley swore. "He gave in."

"No. Shut up, watch," Sam said softly. Dean hand twitched towards Lucifer, signaling Gabe to enter and free the Archangel. "He's distracting her."

Dean's lips were bitter as he pressed them against Amara's. He moved with her, pressing her body up against a wall, feeling himself starting to get lost in her. Sammy, Cas, the world. He repeated the words over and over to himself, the words keeping him from being consumed by her. He also prayed Sam wasn't watching him make out with God's sister and had gotten his signal.

Amara gasped as he gently parted her lips with his tongue, pressing it into her mouth, tasting her. He slammed her against the wall, hoisting her up onto him and she wrapped her soft legs around him, her breasts pressing into his chest. She felt so good but also so wrong. Amara's hands gripped his hair and for a second he felt remorse before pushing her off of him. For a second she looked confused then her expression turned to one of understanding and pain as Gabriel and Lucifer, newly freed, joined hands and beams of blue and gold light began shooting out of their open palms.

Gabriel began to chant in some distant tongue and Lucifer joined him, the last remaining Archangel's seemed to pour all of their power into performing this act. Amara was hit with the fire stream in the chest, and when she screamed, and ,oh, did she scream, light poured from her eyes and mouth, so bright Dean turned away, his back facing her as to not blind himself.

"Dean!" Sam shouted suddenly, fear in his voice as his footsteps pounded closer to his brother. "Behind-"

A burning, ripping heat sliced through Dean's body, the world wavered and began to cloud over. He fell forwards but never hit the ground