Billie arrived ten minutes later. She was grave looking, solemn, her voice sounded like rain on a day predicted to be sunny. "Eden," she said. "It is an accursed place. Dangers lurk around every corner. Bring your demon knife, a small gun, and flashlights, as many as you can. There is no light in a place damned by God."

Sam felt shivers run down his spine and skeletal butterflies dancing in his stomach. Swallowing, he stuffed another flashlight in his jacket pocket where two already lay nestled in the fabric. He glanced at Dean whose sharp jaw was clenched like a steel trap. Gently, he brushed his arm. "You gonna be okay?"

Dean nodded, tearing his eyes away from Billie and fixing them on Sam instead. "How about you?" he asked and Sam sighed inwardly.

"I'm good."

Billie cleared her throat. "Then I hope you boys are ready. Angels!" She snapped her fingers. "That means you too."

Lucifer cautiously stepped forward. "You do not have to come," he told Gabriel and Asmodei.

"I love Cassie," Gabriel said, moving next to his brother. "And I love you. I'm not letting you go alone."

Asmodei nodded. "We were always close Lucifer. I'm not staying behind."

"Ready?" Billie said loudly.

Dean looked faintly sick. Sam had a hard but nervous look on his face. "Ready," they said together.

"Take each other's hands."

Dean took both Sam and Gabriel's hands. Sam gripped Dean's hand tighter than he would have ever liked to admit and gently held on to Asmodei's. Dean squeezed Sam's hand back.

"Three...two...one." Light erupted from Billie's hands, swirling through her hands to Lucifer who passed it around the circle of men and Angels. When the light came to Dean he felt a horrible yank on his heart, causing him to almost double over in pain. Sam made a worried noise but Dean shook his head, seeing the light travel to Sam and his brother gasp and tremble.

"Your Grace and souls are gone. You still are human, Sam, nothing like after you got out of the cage," she added, sensing fear radiating off the younger Winchester.

"Hey Sammy," Dean said softly. "Look at me."

Sam who had been doubled over, hands on his knees, looked up through a mop of brown hair. "Is this real?" he asked.

Dean bent down until his head was even with Sam's. "Look at me," he repeated. "Does this feel real?"

"I don't know."

Dean's heart sank. He hesitated for a moment. "Sammy, what do you feel?"

"In general? I'm scared...I remember being soulless."

Dean thought for a second. "Towards me," he said finally. "What do you feel towards me?" He felt all the Angels and Billie's eyes on him and shook them off, Sam was the only thing that matters here.

Sam reached out a put a hand on Dean's arm, slowly, as if he was expecting it to pass right through. "I...I'm scared for you," he whispered so quietly that Dean could hardly hear it. "I'm scared that you'll loose Cas, I'm scared that I'll loose you if Cas dies. I feel..." his voice trailed away and he cleared his throat. "I love you," he said. "The same as always, you're my big brother and I love you for raising me, for making sure I survived Jess and Dad and everything else. And I'm thankful for you."

Dean blinked back tears. "It's all fine then, nothing to worry about. Believe me Sammy, if you were the same as when you got out of the cage I would know." He turned back to Billie who gave him a soft, sad smile.

"Ready?" she asked. "We have to leave soon."

Dean glanced at Sam who straightened up and nodded. "We're ready," he said.

"Take each other's hands. You'll feel as if you are flying but if you let go, if you even open your eyes you will die, don't believe me Lucifer?" Lucifer glanced at her sharply, eyes wide at being caught. "Don't risk it. Your brothers might need you. Anyways we will land in the Garden. Do not scream, do not speak until we are all grouped. Whatever's in there is less likely to attack if there's a group instead of one man on his own. I won't be there when you arrive but turn this three times in your middle finger and I'll come." She handed Sam a thick banded silver ring.

Sam slipped it on his finger, surprised to see the metal reworking itself as to fit properly on him. "Thanks," he said softly. "And it won't come off?"

"Reaper ring, no possible way for it to be lost. Hurry," she hissed. "Take each other's hands."

Dean grabbed Sam and Asmodei's hands. Billie took Sam's free hand. "You good?" Sam asked, turning to look at Dean.

Dean nodded, unable to form coherent sentences.

Billie began to chant in some old language, white light poured from her lips, fire snaked around their arms, binding them together. "Close you eyes!" Billie shouted. "And whatever you do, don't ever, ever scream or you will die!" she added before continuing the chant.

Dean squeezed his eyes shut, gripping Sam's hand tightly and feeling it squeeze back in response. And they were flying.

Dean felt nothingness on all sides of him, a wall of wind hitting his face as some invisible force propelled them forward. He wanted to open his eyes but knew he would die if he did, keeping them shut, he turned his face to the side. Suddenly they dropped straight down. Dean heard Sam gasp and bit back a yell. His stomach flew into his throat, dangerously close to vomiting, he clamped his jaw down. With an almighty crash they hit the ground, plunged into a suffocating black world.

AN: I should start updating regularly now just to let you know. Thanks for the AMAZING reviews I have received and thanks for even taking the time to read my mildly shitty work. It means a lot! Thanks and enjoy!