K guys so I'm going to apologize in advance because chapter 8 won't be up for a couple days. This is all I've written of the story so far and I've had midterms so I haven't had the time to write more. With that said, I'm hoping to have Chapter 8 up by Friday, but I can't make any guarantees, sorry.

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Sam was flying down the interstate, going about 100miles/hr. He was never one to excessively go over the speed limit but he figured, given the circumstances, that he was well within his rights to do so this time.

He kept beating himself up for not knowing that it wasn't Jack, and all he could think about was Dean…Dean alone with Jack, well the demon possessing Jack, and what his last words were to him "…you may wanna hurry up…giving me 4 hours with your brother…can you just imagine all the wonderful ways I can torture him"

Sam quickly looked at his watch, it had only be 20 minutes since the demon had hung up on him.

"God, why can't this stupid this fly!" yelled a flustered, worried, pissed off Sam.

Sam was no longer sticking to venting inside his head, he was full out yelling now. He realized that it made him a little calmer to be yelling, as ironic as that was. Right now, Sam had one goal and one goal only…well actually maybe two; get to Dean and not to get pulled over by the cops for speeding. The latter was probably really important in order to reach his first and most important goal.

Just then, Sam saw a road sign up ahead. Palo Alto 300 miles.

"God 3 more hours…hold on Dean…please…"

The last couple days kept replaying in Sam's head. Them arriving at Stanford, him seeing Jack, well at least who he thought was Jack, seeing all his other friends again, him and Dean unpacking, Dean walking out of the café, him and Dean fighting, his visions with Jess, him leaving to L.A., and finally the conversation he had had with Dean. "I guess I should be used to this huh?" God that ate at him.

And then he remembered something that Dean had said to him about his vision about Jess. "I hate to say it Sam, but you have to keep in mind the possibility that yellow eyes is behind all of this, and that the Jessica in your dreams...that she's just a pawn of yellow eyes, an illusion."

Sam swallowed the big lump that had formed in his throat as questions started to bombard his head. Could Dean have been right? Could all this be one big plan? Were the visions a part of a huge plan to catch me and Dean? But if so, why? Why now? And if they weren't real, how did Jess warn me about Dean dieing? Better yet, why would she warn me? What the hell is going on?

Sam wished he had the answers, and he wished he had his brother beside him instead of at the mercy of a damn demon. Sam was starting to believe Dean's theory that this was one big trap for them, but he wasn't completely losing hope on the possibility of getting Jess back. But right now he couldn't think about Jess, or traps or demons, he had to get to his brother, and that's the only thing that mattered to him.

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Dean saw Azeel leaving into another room, and he took that time to get himself together. He slowly picked his aching body off the ground and positioned himself so that he was sitting on his ass with his back to the wall and his chained up feet sprawled in front of him. It took him a few minutes to even get his body to a sitting position because the bruised and broken ribs almost made him pass out twice while trying to do so. But finally he managed to sit against the wall.

It wasn't the most comfortable position, considering his hands were chained behind his back, but it would have to do for now, he wasn't exactly in a position to complain about his seating arrangements. He was coughing up some blood, but it wasn't as bad as he'd had it before so he wasn't worried too much, unlike being at the mercy of a demon or better yet, yellow eye's son, well now that, that was something that worried him a bit.

Dean's whole body ached, all the way from his head to his toes. He tried to wiggle his hands and feet to see if he could get the chains to loosen but he did it to no avail. And considering the fact that he had a couple broken ribs and every time he moved even an inch they felt like they were hanging loosely in his stomach and rubbing up against one another, he was surprised he could even move, although he knew his attempts were pretty futile.

Dean was really curious as to why the demon hadn't killed him yet, and why it hadn't killed Sam, not that he wasn't grateful or anything, just curious. Dean had been doing this job long enough to know when something big was about to go down, and this day, no this week, had all the makings of a disastrous day of epic proportion. He had this pit in his stomach and this feeling in his gut that this was going to be one hell of a night, and he just hoped that they would make it out of here in one piece, and if not him, at least that Sam would.

Dean could see Azeel coming out of the room, and he prepared himself for another round of ass-kicking, him being the one who got his ass kicked of course.

Azeel came and stood over Dean's frail, beat up body.

"Comfy Dean?"

"Quite, I've got a presidential suite right here," replied Dean with the Dean Winchester smirk.

Azeel let out a snort. He definitely had the wit his father had told him about.

"So how's your precious little Sammy been doing since you took him away from Stanford and away from his life?" asked Azeel coldly pulling the comment out of left field.

This caught Dean's attention as he whipped his head up.

"It's Sam! And he's been fine!" snarled Dean.

Azeel had a twisted smile on his face as he continued.

"Is that so…is that why he's been having these nightmares and visions about his dead girlfriend?"

Dean's face contorted into confusion and then into understanding. He had been right all along, yellow eyes, well yellow eye's son was behind it all.

"You…you planted those in his head didn't you."

"Well, I can't take full credit, my Father did help."

Dean's gut sunk a little lower at the mention of yellow eyes. "Of course he's involved in this, all of Sam's freaky visions are tied to the yellow eyed demon."

"What the hell do you guys want? I mean if you wanted us dead, we'd be dead already, so what the hell are you waiting for!" Dean wanted answers, and he wanted them now.

"Like I said Dean, all in good time. My Father will be here soon, and so will Sammy, and then you'll find out."

This wasn't good, this wasn't good at all.

"What about those visions he had before we got here, of the girl burning?" questioned Dean, almost certain at the answer he was going to get now.

"Oh her, yeah she was bogus. Well she's real as you saw, but we have no use in killing her, we just needed that to get the two of you here to Stanford."

Dean didn't know what to say. He had a feeling that all of this was a big trap and now to have his suspicions confirmed, well he'd gloat that he was right if the circumstances were different. The one time he wanted to be wrong!

"So Dean, Sammy blames you for Jessica's death huh?" Azeel couldn't contain the excitement in his voice. He hadn't even planned for this one and Sam had done it all on his own.

"How did you…" Dean began, but was cut off.

"I see everything…I hear everything. I've been keeping an eye on the two of you since the minute you stepped foot in Palo Alto. I actually saw you pull up on your first day here. I watched you from the side of another building."

"Well that's not creepy at all," replied Dean sarcastically. "You know, if you were a human, you'd be classified as a stalker."

"Thanks Dean, that's so kind of you to say."

"Of course he'd take that as a friggin compliment!"

"But as I was saying, you can't really blame Sam for blaming you, I mean after all it is pretty much your fault. See if Sam was there he may have been able to save her."

And there it was. He knew that demons lied, he knew that very well, but he also knew that they sometimes told the truth, especially when they knew it would hurt you. He would probably never know if this little fact just presented to him was true or not, but it's definitely something that was going to haunt him for the rest of his life, however short it may be.

Azeel noticed Dean's silence and wide grin appeared on his face as he continued.

"You know Dean, you're one hell of a big brother! You claim you wanna keep Sam safe, protect him, and yet you went to Stanford and took him away from the one safe place he was at. For almost 2 years, nothing bothered him or went after him, and you went and thrusted your brother back into this life, all so you wouldn't be alone. Seems pretty selfish doesn't it?"

Dean took a moment and let everything sink in. He knew he shouldn't listen to anything the demon had to say, but he had to admit the demon had a point. Demon's had this odd thing about always telling Dean the truth. Dean didn't know what to say back so he said the only thing that came to his mind.

"Bite me"

Azeel let out a grunt.

"You know it's true Dean. Sam had a life at Sanford. He had a girlfriend who would have soon been his fiancé, he was heading to law school, he had friends, he had it all; until you came and took that all away. You weren't doing your brother a favour, you weren't protecting him…you ruined his life Dean, you single-handedly ruined his life, how does it feel?"

Dean was starring at the floor now, and Azeel relished in the obvious pain he was causing his prisoner, and he continued his tirade.

"When you took him on that little road trip, we knew it was the time to strike and get rid of her, cause as long as Sammy was around, we may not have be able to. We were going to leave Sam alone all together since he swore off this life, we didn't need him, we had others, but we knew that you were going to drag him back in. So technically you helped us Dean. Without you, we may have never killed Jessica or went after Sam in the first place."

Dean was fighting with everything he had to keep his walls up. He knew the demon was lying, he knew that they would've killed her anyway, he knew that they would've targeted Sam…well…he was 98 sure. But what if he was wrong. What if that 2 was right. If he had never gone back to get Sam that day would Jessica still be alive? Would her and Sammy be married? "Stop it Dean! Stop it! He's just messing with your mind, don't let him!"

Azeel could see Dean struggling with what to believe, and he couldn't stop now, Dean was open and vulnerable, this was the time to break him!

"You say us demons are evil? Have you looked in the mirror lately Dean? What you did to your brother, taking him away from the love of his life, and from his new life, all because you were lonely? You don't see it anymore but your brother still cries over her sometimes, when you're fast asleep, he goes outside or to the bathroom and he cries over her. I think it's quite pathetic actually, you humans are weak."

Dean sat there starring at the ground, he couldn't recall a time where he saw Sam crying over Jessica, well recently that is. He knew the pain Sam felt over losing her, but he had no idea that Sam still cried over her, I mean sure he had expected it, but he never saw it.

Azeel looked down at Dean with a devilish grin.

"You have no idea what I'm talking about do you?" stated Azeel. "Ah what the hell, I'm feeling generous today so let me show you."

And with a snap of a finger Dean found himself and Azeel standing inside a bathroom at a motel. Dean recognized the motel and he also recognized the tall figure with moppy hair sitting on the bathroom floor with his knees pulled up to his chest and his elbows on his knees, with his fingers holding the edges of a picture. Dean's heart sank as he realized what Azeel was showing him.

Sam was sitting there staring at a picture of him and Jessica. At first Dean couldn't see Sam's face because the moppy hair was covering it, but then Sam pushed it behind his ear and Dean saw the tears running down his baby brother's face.

"Why the hell are you showing me this?" questioned Dean in a defeated voice. He didn't mean for his voice to sound so weak and sad but he couldn't help it, everything was just taking its toll on him.

Azeel thrived in the agony of Dean's pain.

"To show you what an amazing big brother you are," replied Azeel sarcastically. "This was Sammy about 3 weeks ago, when you guys were outside of Minnesota. And here I'll show you another one."

Dean found himself and Azeel standing outside a motel. Dean recognized this motel, and it hadn't been that long ago either that him and Sam were there, probably about a month and half ago.

Dean could see Sam sitting against their motel door holding that same picture of him and Jessica.

"Hi baby, I was thinking a lot about you today, we went on this hunt to help this lady who had a poltergeist in her house, and well her house was filled with roses, and I remember how you thought roses were really lame," laughed Sam as he held back the tears. "I miss you so much Jess, people say it gets easier with time but I don't think those people have ever lost someone they truly loved, because it doesn't get easier Jess, if anything, it gets harder." The tears were slowly starting to run down Sam's face.

Dean stood there frozen, eyes glued on Sam, and his heart broke with every pain filled word that came out of his baby brother's mouth.

"I know this is dumb, because it's too late now, but sometimes I…I think about me proposing to you and how you would've reacted. I never did tell you how I was going to propose did I? Well I guess now's a better time than ever," said Sam as he took a deep breath. "I was gonna wait for our 2 year anniversary to role around. On that day I was going to take you to that huge flower garden you loved so much. I had already spoken to the staff there and we had it all planned out," he said as he choked back the tears.

Dean stood there not sure if he wanted to hear the rest of this, he couldn't stand seeing Sam in pain and this…well this was just heart wrenching.

"I was going to set up a dinner table there in the middle of the garden, candlelight, flower pedals, the whole nine yards. I was just going to tell you that it was for our anniversary. Anyways at one point in the night I was going to ask you to turn around and they were going to shine one of those really bright lights onto that hill of flowers you said was your favourite part of the garden, and well…it was going to say, "Jess will you marry me", all spelt out by using the flowers," Sam stopped as the tears were streaming down his face.

Dean could feel the tears threatening to fall, and in that moment he forgot that Azeel was there with him, all he could see was his broken baby brother. He wanted to walk to Sam and just sit beside him, just to let him know that he was there for him, but he remembered that this had already happened.

"Enough of this, I have something else I wanna show you," perked up Azeel.

Dean was now standing in Sam and Jessica's apartment. Dean was a little confused as to why Sam was in their apartment until he realized what Azeel was now showing him.

Jessica walked out of the room and sat on the couch beside Sam, they cuddled close together and turned on the movie."So what movie are we watching tonight?" asked Sam. Jess had a huge grin on her face."You'll see baby," was her reply.

Dean couldn't help but laugh at Sam's expression when he realized what they were going to be watching.

"Ohh baby no, not this movie again," replied Sam.

"Again?" thought Dean. How many times exactly had Sam seen "The Notebook".

"Please baby, I really really wanna see it again," begged Jessica with a smile on her face.Sam pulled her a little closer to him."You know I can't resist that smile," he whispered to her."You're the best Sam," she said as she kissed him.

As they sat there watching the movie, Dean could see how in love his baby brother was. The way he had Jessica held tightly, the way he'd have this look of complete and utter dedication to her, the way he'd wipe away her tears when she cried during the movie. And the way he told her he loved her when the movie was over. Dean could also see how in love she was with Sam. Of course Dean wasn't there to see the whole movie but Azeel so kindly decided to show him those specific moments.

Dean was then thrusted into another memory where he saw Sam and Jessica sitting at a bon fire with their friends from Stanford.

Sam had his arms around Jessica and she was sitting on his lap. His other buddies were around him, some with their girlfriends and others by themselves. They were all laughing and joking and having a good time.

Dean couldn't help but feel a tinge of hurt, he was happy that his brother had all this, but it hurt that he had no part in it. And at the same time he felt his heart break for Sam and all he had lost…things he may have not lost if he hadn't come to get him at Stanford…

Dean's thoughts were cut off when he heard Sam speaking.

"Here's to us!" Sam exclaimed with a smile on his face. First semester finals are over and we have a week to ourselves!"And an amazing week it's gonna be," replied Jessica as she kissed Sam."Seriously you two, get a room, or just get married for God's sake!" joked one of Sam's friends who Dean now recognized as Jack.

"So this is the real Jack," thought Dean as he looked over at Azeel.

"Yea, that was Jack before I got in there, personally, I think he's much cooler now," joked Azeel.

Dean ignored Azeel and turned back to what was in front of him.

Dean watched his little brother and his friends interact and he could see the bond that Sam had made with each and every one of them. He could see how much they all adored Sam, and he wouldn't have had it any other way. In that moment Sam didn't look like a hunter, he didn't look like a member of a family that saw things and killed things that most people think are make believe, he didn't look like someone who had psychic abilities, and he didn't look like someone who missed the home or the people that he ran away from.

It made Dean happy to see his brother so full of life and energy, all he ever wanted was for Sam to be safe and happy, but it hurt him to see that not having him around didn't seem to bother Sam.

"Sam, are you okay?" asked Jessica who had noticed Sam's distant look."Huh, oh, yea I'm fine Jess, actually I'm better than fine!" he exclaimed. "I've got my girl, and my friends around me, what more could I ask for?"

Dean swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and Azeel thrived on the pain that was almost swallowing Dean in. Azeel purposely left out the part, of that conversation Dean had just witnessed between Sam and his girlfriend, where Sam mentions how much he misses Dean and wishes that Dean was with him.

Azeel's selective memory flashes served their purpose. He had left out all the times Sam was alone in his room holding his cell phone in his hand with Dean's number on the screen, he left out all the times Sam sat in the dark just starring outside hoping that his big brother would be outside in his impala, he left out all the times that Sam held the picture of him and Dean that he had kept and told the picture how much he missed him as tears began to well up in his eyes, and he left out all the times that Sam felt completely and utterly alone and broken without his big brother. All those would defeat the purpose of breaking Dean.

Next thing Dean knew he was right back on the cold floor exactly where he had been before Azeel took him on that little trip.

"Do you see how much you took a way from Sam? Did you see how happy he was with Jessica and his friends before you came along and took that all away," questioned Azeel harshly.

Dean sat there quietly, as he had done a million times today, eyes on the ground and his mind a million miles away. He hated giving anyone the upper hand on him, but he really didn't know what to say. For the first time he had seen with his own eyes what Sam's life had been like, he had seen with his own eyes how happy Sam was at Stanford, and he had seen with his own eyes how his little brother wasn't dependant on him anymore to be his best friend or his big brother…and that last one…well that hurt more than anything. Dean really hoped that Azeel wasn't planning anymore trips down Sam's memory lane, because frankly, Dean didn't think he could handle anymore.

Azeel could see the emotional toll this was taking on Dean and he thrived off of it, and fully intended to continue his onslaught.

"Look at everything you took away from him. He paid a hefty price because of your selfishness, I wonder what he did that was so terrible that he was cursed with a brother like you?"

Dean hated this, he really, really hated this. All he ever wanted was for Sam to be happy, for Sam to be safe, and all his life he thought he had done a pretty good job of that, and this demon…this demon took all that away in a matter of hours. Dean felt empty, he felt useless, all he could think about was everything that Sam had lost because of him.

Azeel saw the pain, he saw the hurt, and he wanted to gloat to every other demon out there, because he, the mighty Azeel, son of Hazazel…had been the one to break Dean Winchester. Azeel knew his part of the job was done, now all he had to do was wait for his dad, and Sam of course, to arrive.

2 Hours Later

Dean wasn't sure how long he was out for, and all he remembered was sitting on the floor after the trip down memory lane, and he remembered a flash of pain in his head and then it all went black. When he came too, there was Azeel standing in front of him, but Dean couldn't see him too well, his eyes were heavy and head was swimming.

"It's showtime!" grinned Azeel.

Dean wasn't sure what Azeel was talking about until he heard a car pull up outside. Oh God, Sammy.

Dean tried to yell, tried to tell Sam not to come in, but he couldn't find his voice, the only thing that came out was whisper.

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Sam stepped out of the car and headed toward the warehouse. He knew this was stupid, he had no colt, he had no backup, all he had was holy water, but his brother was in that warehouse and that was all he needed to know.

Sam bent down and began to draw a huge devil's trap just outside the warehouse doors. He then covered it with dirt. His plan was to grab Dean and run out, spray some holy water on the demon if it came at them, and then get them past the devil's trap and into the car. Sam knew that all sounded way too simple, but it was the only plan he had and only option he had.

He then walked up to the big doors and peaked in with the holy water ready to go. He glanced around and remembered just how big the warehouse was. He scanned the warehouse for Dean and the demon. He didn't see a sign of the demon, although he was sure the demon was close by, but he did see a figure slumped over by the wall. Dean!

It took everything in him not to run to Dean. He took a look at Dean. His arms and feet were chained like an animal and Sam could feel the anger rising in him. Dean looked bloody and beat up, most likely a few broken ribs, and he had some nasty swelling around his eye, but he was alive, he could see Dean's chest moving, and that gave him hope.

As he slipped through the doors and made his way to Dean he could see Dean lift his head a little.

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Dean could hear his little brother's footsteps, and if he could hear them, the demon could hear them. Dean finally managed to whisper loud enough for Sam to hear, "Sammy, leave!" But just as the words left his mouth he heard Sam grunt as he heard Sam's lengthy frame being slammed up against the wall.

Next thing Dean knew he was being dragged up the wall from his sitting position so that he too had his back against the wall and his feet touching the ground. His arms were still chained behind his back and his feet were still chained at the bottom, and the only the thing keeping him standing was the demon's force.

"Hello boys," came the voice from the shadows. And as the demon stepped out, both boys directed their attention to the middle of the warehouse.

"You!" snarled Sam.

"Yes me Sammy, aren't you glad to see me again, I've missed you boys" mocked the yellow eyed demon as he made eye contact with Dean.

Dean knew this wasn't going to be good, and for the first time in a long time, he was scared and only one thought kept running through his mind.

"Please let Sammy make it out of here alive."