"Let me out of here right now, this isn't fucking fair!"

The words slowly brought Sam out of his dreamless sleep and the first thing he realized was the intense pounding of his head.

"Ugh, god..." he mumbled, finding it hard to even speak. All he wanted to do was to fall back asleep, but now the pain in his head was brought front and center. He felt a pulse beneath his eyes and at his temples, threatening to burst right out of his skull...

God, the last time he felt like this...it was when he got trashed thinking that Dean would have to kill him. Had he really drank that much last night?

Finding no other choice but to get up and find his brother, no matter how badly he didn't want to open his eyes, Sam groggily cracked them open, his eyes watering and head pounding even more as bright sunlight greeted him.

Suddenly, the extra pain from the light brought a feeling of nausea to his stomach. Sam tried to ignore it as he sat up, but that only made matters worse. Knowing he was going to be sick, Sam rolled out of bed, only barely realizing he was at Bobby's, and ran as fast as he could to the bathroom.

Dean was busy eating his pancakes Bobby cooked up when the sound of retching was heard from upstairs.

Bobby gagged but Dean snickered. He reluctantly put down his fork and stood up.

"I should go check on the freak, hand me a water bottle?"

Bobby opened the fridge and tossed the bottle to Dean. "And while you're on the way up there, can you tell that damn demon to shut up in the living room?" He handed Dean the syringe filled with holy water.

"Gladly," Dean responded. When they arrived back at Bobby's the night before, the older hunter wasn't happy to see Ruby with them. They explained the situation and Bobby had reluctantly let her in only because he didn't want her wandering around the outside of his house.

They took the same precautions that Bobby had to Dean so many months ago. Iron handcuffs, injecting her with holy water, devil's trap and salt ring around the couch she was confined to.

Ruby, as expected, wasn't too happy about it and bitched all night. Bobby finally had enough and had ordered Dean to knock her out so they could all get some shut-eye.

Dean headed over to the couch with the syringe and Ruby growled upon seeing the object; her eyes that she chose to mostly keep human flashed black.

"Don't you dare tell me to inject myself again!"

Dean tossed her the syringe. "I'd do it myself if I'd be able to get out of that salt circle."

"I won't do it."

"You think you're going to get out of it? I had to go through this shit my first visit and I'm like a son to him. You think he's going to let a random demon wander around his house?"

"What caused him to stop doing this to you? How did you gain his trust?"

"Because he's my boy."

Dean turned to see Bobby standing in the doorframe between the kitchen and living room. The older man rolled his eyes at Ruby. "And I was an idjit back then." He then waved a hand at Dean. "Go. Take care of your brother. I got this."

Dean shrugged his shoulders. He knew Bobby didn't want to deal with Ruby if possible, but he was sure the older hunter could handle it. He turned to walk up the stairs, where he heard the sound of his brother's continued retching grow louder.

Dean couldn't help but laugh at the sight of his brother's face bent over the toilet seat that greeted him once he walked into the bathroom.

Sam seemed unaware of his presence as he continued to dry hurl.

"Yo. Party animal."

Sam jerked up, wiping his mouth quickly and then brought his hands to rub at his temples. "Dean…what…what happened?"

"You don't remember last night? You danced naked on the bar, threw up in a girls mouth, bad mouthed a bunch of biker dudes..."

Sam's eyes grew wide as he shook his head frantically. "I did not! He suddenly clutched his stomach and groaned. "You're lying!"

Dean tried to keep a straight face but couldn't help but chuckle at his brother's bewildered expression. "Okay fine, I am. But you did dance on the bar and tell that hot chick you were making out with that I changed your diapers when you were a baby."

"What?! I did not!"

"That is not a lie little brother, not by a long shot." Dean cleared his throat and did his best drunk Sam impersonation. "This guy right here's my big brother, I just loooove him! He changed my diapers when I was a baby!"

Sam's face somehow paled even more. "Oh my god. I think I'm gonna be sick again."

"Relax, you're never gonna see her again and she probably doesn't remember it either."

Sam shook his head as he stood up and slowly made his way to the sink. "I vaguely remember you helping me beat up some guy."

Dean watched Sam splash water on his face and then get out his toothbrush. "Hey, I just held the guys arm back with my powers, you did all the work."

Sam gave Dean a fond smile. "Thanks for that."

Dean shrugged. "Whatever. Do you even remember what I told you when we left the bar?"

Sam paused brushing his teeth, straining to remember anything else from last night. "I think you seemed worried. I remember Ruby…I think?"

"Yeah she's trapped downstairs. Crowley found Lilith."

"Really? So it's time?" Dean could tell that his brother was trying to stay calm, but was freaked as hell inside.

"Yeah, but she's staying put for some reason. It's like she wanted him to find her. She wants us to come, for you to kill her."

"It's a trap," Sam pointed out in worry.

"Of course it is. It's a trap for her to kill me and to try and get you to kill her. Plus do you want to know where she is?" At Sam's questioning glance, Dean continued. "The same house as last time, where I was made puppy chow."

Sam looked like he was going to be sick once again as his eyes flashed with anger and fear. "Dean! God don't say that! It's not fucking funny!"

Dean hadn't heard Sam this angry in a while, so he decided to back off. "Fine. But she's doing it to stir up memories for you. To remind you of what she did to me last time so you'll want to kill her."

"It won't happen."

"I know. But you do understand what this means right?"

Sam finished brushing his teeth and spit into the sink. "What Dean?" He sounded irritated.

"It means that she will most likely try and recreate that day. I'm almost certain those hellhounds are gonna go after me."

Sam suddenly threw his toothbrush at the sink; it bounced off and fell onto the floor. "You've got to be kidding me! Stop thinking that's going to happen! If she tries I won't let her! I'll shoot them with the Colt; I won't let her hurt you!"

Dean raised his voice just as much as Sam. "No you're going to let her! Don't you get it? She's going to try and kill me, especially once she realizes you're gonna send her back to Hell. And Sam…they're invisible to you, chances are you'll miss and shoot me. And then I'll be dead for sure."

"Don't you say that! I wouldn't miss, Dean! How dare you think I would! I'll kill them all and then I'll focus on her!"

"Even if you don't miss, she'll just send more. There's no fucking way to stop her! So if you actually want to save my ass then you'll ignore my screams and send her to Hell as quick as you can if you want even a chance of me makin' it out alive!

Dean wasn't sure what he said, but apparently he went too far or something. Sam pounded his fists on the counter, angrily swiped anything that was on it onto the floor with tears in his eyes and then reached a hand out. With his powers, he flung Dean out of the bathroom and into the wall of the hallway.

It didn't physically hurt but what happened next created a knot in Dean's chest that he couldn't quite explain. He called out his brother's name and reached out to stop him. Sam shrugged him off, stepped right over him and didn't even glance Dean's way as he pounded down the stairs.

Dean watched his brother storm out the front door and he heard Bobby follow.

There was no sarcastic retort from Ruby, so Dean figured Bobby either knocked her out or filled her so full of holy water that she was out of it.

Good, less crap he had to deal with.

He stood up and glanced at the mess Sam made of the bathroom. A glass soap dish had shattered, the soap nowhere to be seen. There were also a few cologne bottles that had smashed, probably real expensive, nice going Sammy. Not to mention their toothbrushes were lying on the nasty floor now and the ceramic holder was cracked.

He should just leave all this crap and make Sam clean it up. But knowing Bobby, he would kill him if he left this mess, no matter whose fault it really was.

So Dean grabbed the wastebasket with his powers and moved it so it was right next to him. He then knelt down and started throwing glass into it, not minding if it cut his hands. It barely stung anyway, advantages of being a demon.

He was just finishing it up when he heard someone coming up the stairs. They were walking too slowly for it to be Sam. Dean sighed, as he really didn't feel like talking to Bobby right now.

He heard Bobby come to a stop behind him but Dean decided to not pay him any attention.

"So what happened here?" Bobby ended up being the one break the silence.

"Sam had a bitch fit and destroyed all your shit. Being such the kind and loving demon that I am, I cleaned it up for you."

"You know I'm not talking about the stuff."

"I don't want to talk about it; I don't even know what happened." Dean threw the last piece of glass in the wastebasket and sent it floating back to its original location.

Bobby was watching the floating wastebasket with fascination but didn't stray from the subject. "You spoke too harshly to him Dean."

Dean stood up and finally turned around, anger flashing in his black eyes. "Oh so now it's all my fault, huh? Always gonna blame the demon? Just for your information, that little brat down there threw me into the wall!"

Bobby didn't seem frazzled at all; in fact it looked like he knew exactly what he was doing. "He was frustrated. You know he didn't do that to hurt you Dean."

"Oh really now? How does he expect me to feel after he shoves me like that and then walks away?"

Dean realized what he said too late, and Bobby's eyes widened as he caught on. Bobby had been referring to physical pain, but Dean...just then he had admitted that Sam had hurt him...but emotionally instead.

"I didn't mean that! Just...just get away from me." Dean was frazzled. He remembered that knot in his chest and he finally realized what that meant. He had been hurt by Sam's actions, but god….he should be tougher than this. He was a demon; he shouldn't be letting his stupid feelings get hurt. How did he even have feelings to begin with?

"Dean..." Bobby started softly. "He didn't mean to hurt you that way either. But you hurt him too."

"He didn't hurt me that way, just forget what I said!"

Bobby sighed and leaned against the wall. "You're developing feelings that you thought were gone. I can see that Dean, and you can too and it freaks the hell outta ya. Don't let it. They're good things. It sets you apart from that demon down there and all the other demons. Feelings aren't a burden, but actually making you stronger."

"I don't know what you're talking about,"

"Yes you do. And you'll never admit to it unless you're so flustered like you just were. It's because of that bond you boys share; I just know it and so do you two. It's allowing you to be different from all of them. Stop being a whiny baby and use those emotions your advantage."

"Since when was I whining?"

Bobby gave him an incredulous look. "Seriously? This whole damn time! You can develop relationships and relate to your brother on a human level that no other demon has the ability to do. You love him, what other demon can love and has love offered back to them? All your enemies think it makes you weak, even you might think that. But Dean, you're actually the most dangerous demon out there. Why else would they be trying so hard to take you out and get you away from Sam?"

Well, hell. Bobby did have a point. But Dean wasn't going to admit to that.

"Of course they're trying to get rid of me. They're scared as hell of me."

"Exactly. And that's why Sam is so worried about this all. Lilith is gonna bring everything she has to send you back to Hell, you know that. Sam knows how badly they want to kill you and it's making him sick. And then you go and tell him that the hellhounds are going to tear you apart?"

Dean folded his arms across his chest. "They are. Had to get him prepared."

"That's not the point. Yes, let him know, of course. But you need to reassure him that you'll be okay. That he needs to focus on getting rid of her and you'll make it out. You'll have to tell him you'll fight like hell. That boy can't lose you again."

"He's not going to." Of course he wasn't going to leave Sammy! He may have thought about it before, but not anymore.

"I know he won't. Now tell him that." With that, Bobby turned around and walked back downstairs.

Dean had enough of that shit and had gone to bed early. He didn't want to go into the battle against Lilith tomorrow with Sam pissed at him, so hopefully the little ass would man up and apologize or just get over it.

Now if only he could get to sleep. Any other day he had no problem. But tonight Sam was thrashing in his sleep, his mumbles nearly drowned out by the thunderstorm outside.

Heh, he was probably having a nightmare. Dean should wake him up but he was still too pissed at his brother. Let him have the nightmare, served him right.

Sam woke up covered in sweat and to the sound of loud thunder outside and the howling of the wind. He quickly glanced at the bed next to him and breathed in a sigh of relief.

Dean was there, he was okay. The hellhounds didn't get to him.

Sam tried to get the memories of his nightmare out of his mind, of Dean getting torn up once again, Lilith laughing while he was unable to move. In his dream, Dean got torn up until he was hardly recognizable and then went still...Lilith's words still rang through his head, "big brother's back in Hell, where he belongs".

Sam shook his head. Dean didn't belong there and he wasn't going back. While he was still angry with his brother, concern and fear now overpowered that feeling.

He just wanted Dean to be okay. He didn't want to fight anymore.

Before Sam realized what he was doing, he found himself sitting on Dean's bed, shaking him awake.

Dean woke much too soon, and Sam understood that his brother, his brother that could fall asleep anywhere at any given time, couldn't get to sleep. So Dean was probably taking their fight just as bad as Sam was.

"What do you want?" Dean growled, familiar black eyes glaring at Sam.

"I'm sorry."

Dean looked smug but quickly tried to hide the expression with a scowl. "For what?"

"Shut up. You know full well what I'm talking about. I'm sorry for yelling and pushing you. Did I hurt you? I didn't mean to, Dean."

"No, it was a cool trick anyway." Dean turned around. "I'm getting to sleep. Thanks for waking me up."

Sam threw the covers off his brother and rolled his eyes. "I know you weren't sleeping and you're gonna have to wait a little while longer until you get some. I want to talk to you."

"Then you better hurry the hell up."

Sam ignored Dean. He was going to take as much damn time as he needed. "I'm sorry for yelling. But what you were saying to me Dean...it sounded like you don't give a rat's ass about yourself. You were talking about the hellhounds like I should have nodded and agreed. Dean... You don't know what it was like. What it was like to stand there helpless, while your brother gets torn to death in front of your eyes."

"I already told you that's not gonna happen again."

"Is it? Because with the way you were talking and how badly Lilith wants you dead...Dean, it could very well happen."

Dean sighed. "I have like seven lock marks on my body. Unless the hounds tear all of them, I'll be okay."

Sam felt a little relived, but just the thought of his brother being ripped to shreds by those things again made him feel seriously ill. He grabbed the side of the bed and put his head down, taking deep breaths and shaking slightly.

Finally, Dean sat up. Sam felt a hand on his shoulder, and it comforted him immediately. The fact that his demon brother could still do things like this to help him made him feel better and a little bit of the nausea ebbed away.

"Sammy, you okay?"

Despite wanting to lie, Sam ended up shaking his head. "No Dean I'm not. Even...even if you survive...I don't think I could get through watching the hellhounds do that to you again. Do you...do you have any idea how I felt? What I had to see? I never really talked about it, did I?"

"I think I can imagine...," Dean started.

"No, no you can't."

"I watched you get stabbed and felt you die in my arms, Sam! Hell, that's why I'm a demon! You think I forgot about that, how that felt?"

Sam shuddered at the memory and shook his head. "That had to be terrible. Terrible isn't a word to describe it. But this...hearing you scream for help...being pinned back. Dean...I...I..." Sam paused, waiting for Dean to interrupt him or say something sarcastic. When it didn't come Sam felt that he could continue.

"I saw them literally tear you to pieces. Your organs were popping out Dean. The blood was actually squirting out of you...I've never seen that much human blood. It just kept coming and coming. You were screaming for help and I couldn't do anything but scream back in return. I couldn't fucking move! I tried everything and all I could end up doing was yelling at Lilith. How pathetic is that? You know? Like that would solve anything!"

Sam put his head in his hands and he felt Dean move to sit directly next to him. "And then she fucking fled when I was about to kill her...because her powers didn't work on me. And I had no choice... turned to see your body. I hoped...I hoped that there was still some life in you. Even looking at that body, how your middle was opened up and spilling onto the floor...even though I knew no one could possibly survive those injuries and blood loss...I still hoped."

Dean still didn't interrupt and continued to leave his hand on Sam's shoulder. It gave the younger brother the courage to finish up. "I knew all hope was lost when I felt your body. You were...you were already going cold Dean. Your eyes stared up at me without seeing and...and all I could do was say "no" over and over again and fucking sob like a baby. I held your destroyed body to my chest and cried until Bobby somehow forced me out. I don't remember much after that except the nightmares. They replayed that scene over and over...sometimes I broke out of Lilith's hold, but I was always too late..."

Sam's voiced trailed off as a few tears fell from his tired eyes. He didn't dare risk a glance at his brother. Dean was probably going to laugh at him and then go back to bed.

But Sam, as usual, didn't give his brother enough credit. Or maybe Sam thought he wasn't worth his brother's concern. Either way, Dean spoke up.

"Is that what you just now dreamed about?" No sarcasm, no anger. Only concern.

Sam at first nodded but then shook his head. "It was similar. Except it wasn't that scene. It was...you were you now. You know, a demon. And I was going to send her back to Hell but she trapped me. My powers didn't work and they sent you back."

Dean squeezed Sam's shoulder so hard it almost hurt. Awkward demon comforting. It almost made Sam laugh. Almost.

"That's not going to fucking happen. I'm gonna fight Sammy. I'm gonna hold 'em back for as long as I can. And you...she can't touch you with her powers. You just have to use my screams to fuel you, alright? Send her back as quickly as possible and then hurry over to me. Okay?"

Sam nodded, finally looking Dean in his black eyes. His brother looked determined and serous as hell.

"We're gonna win this damn thing. And we're both gonna make it out alive."

Sam believed him.

"Goddamnit!" Dean pounded his fist on the steering wheel as he cursed.

Traffic was completely stopped and apparently Dean had no patience whatsoever. Sam couldn't really blame him, even though Lilith wasn't going anywhere, he just wanted to get this thing done. He was sure Dean felt the same.

"If there weren't a ton of witnesses, I'd shove all these cars off to the side of the road!"

"Dean!" Sam shouted, imagining tons of cars swerving to make way for the Impala, all due to Dean's powers.

Bobby chuckled. "I'm at the point where I'd almost let you do it."

A car came dangerously close to the Impala, the young teen texting and not realizing he was merging into their lane.

Dean laid on the horn, cursing some more and scaring the crap out of the kid.

In the middle of Dean's rant, Ruby began violently kicking the back of Dean's seat.

"Shut up already! Screaming about it isn't going to help anything!" she yelled, her eyes flashing black in the process.

Bobby had refused sitting in the back with Ruby, and he didn't want her sitting behind him either. So, much to the brothers' displeasure, she was seated behind Dean, in the back with Sam.

Dean turned around angrily. "You kick my seat one more time bitch, and I'll stab you with your own knife!"

"You wouldn't kill me!"

"Who said I'd kill you? I'd stab you in the arm or leg, give you a lame limb just like I had!"

"Guys! Shut up!" Sam yelled. He then went to address his brother. "Dean, relax. We'll get there and..."

*HOOOOOOOOOOOOONK*

The car behind them wailed on the horn, like doing so would make the traffic vanish.

"That's it!" Dean screamed. "Where's the next exit?"

"A half a mile down," Sam answered. "But we have to get over two lanes..."

Suddenly, the cars in the right two lanes began to magically shift over, the people screaming as their cars moved on their own.

Dean turned the Impala sharply to his right as the cars that stood in his way shifted off the road. Dean didn't even have a hand out, but his face was pure concentration.

Before Sam knew it, they were on the exit ramp. He turned around to see that other cars were trying to follow in the path that Dean had cleared.

Bobby was watching as well. "Wow. Next time I'm in a traffic jam, I'm callin' you boy. And you better teleport your ass to where I am."

"I can't teleport wherever I want! I can only go like two hundred feet in any direction."

Bobby crossed his arms over his chest. "Then you better start practicing boy."

Ruby sighed. "What he did was nothing! I could do so much better but I know you'd kill me if I even tried!"

"You got that right." Bobby turned around to glare at Ruby.

"Anyway," Sam decided to change the conversation. "What's our plan once we get there?"

Dean took a deep breath the calm himself. "She'll probably have her minions guarding again, hoping they'll take me out. Bobby and Ruby, you'll need to distract them."

"I don't want to work with her!" Bobby shook his head and looked at Dean like he was crazy.

"And you think I want to work with your ass? You crazy grumpy old man!"

Bobby turned to glare at Ruby. He wasn't happy that they had to stop injecting her with holy water. She needed to be at top strength, so only the handcuffs were being used. On top of that, he was paranoid about her sitting in the back with Sam, and kept checking on the younger brother. Dean had figured he would have a shit fit about working with her.

"Bobby, I get it, you don't want to work with her. None of us do, but we have to put up with her anyway."

"Shut your mouth Dean Winchester! You didn't seem to mind working with me in other ways!"

Bobby's eyes practically bugged out of his head. "Dean?!"

Dean actually had the guts to look embarrassed. "What? I'm a demon and I'm a guy! She's in a hot body! It's a way to release all that energy, would you rather have me killing people?"

Bobby shook his head but Dean swore he saw the hint of a smile on his face. "Fine, I'll put up with her. It's for the greater good anyway."

The car was silent for a few moments as Dean tried to figure out a new route to take that wasn't backed up in traffic.

"So we just barge in?" Sam asked his brother.

"Why the hell not? Crowley said the house is vacant now. She'll have something up her sleeve and no matter how much we plan; we won't be able to dodge it. So we go in, stay on high alert and try to outsmart her. The biggest thing though is that you can't let her words get to you."

Dean decided to leave out 'and remember to ignore my screams as I get torn apart by the hellhounds'. Sam already knew that, no need to repeat it.

But no matter how much Dean believed they would win, he knew there was a good possibility that he could get sent back to hell. Getting torn apart again scared him enough as it was, going back there... Well...

He didn't even want to think about that.

They didn't even bother stopping at a motel as they got to town late. They approached the house slowly when Dean suddenly stopped the car; they were about seven houses down.

"What is it?" Bobby asked he question that the rest of the occupants in the car already knew. They could all sense it, all the demons.

"They're not pretending to be gardeners and mailmen anymore, they're just hiding now," Dean answered.

Not a soul was near the house, but Sam could feel them, there was a good amount.

"You guys take the Colt and the knife, Sammy and I will be fine." Dean shut off the car. "What are we waiting for?"

Sam felt like he should say something to his brother but held back. This wasn't a goodbye, nothing was going to happen, and they would be okay.

They were going to make it out of this alive.

They took the few weapons they thought they'd need. If a demon jumped he brothers, they just had to slice its head off which would force it out of its host.

Or Sam could just send them to back to hell if they had time. Mainly, they just wanted to confront Lilith as soon a possible.

Easier said than done.

As the group of four approached the house, two demons jumped out of the bushes, snarling and seeming more animal than human. Bobby shot one easily and Ruby stabbed the other in the throat.

That was only the beginning though, loud yells were heard suddenly and demons began pouring out of the front door.

"Go!" Bobby ordered them. He shot another demon in the face and Dean grabbed Sam and started pulling him toward the backyard, forcing the younger brother to look away.

However, they didn't get far. Five demons ran out of the neighbor's backyard, circling them almost faster than they could blink.

"Just let him go now Sam, and we'll make his trip back to Hell as painless as possible," a demon smirked, here was blood coating his stolen lips.

"Then you'll have to kill me first." Sam held his hand out, sending the demon flying through the air and back into he neighbor's backyard.

Den was suddenly jumped on by one of the other minions. Sam grabbed a hold of the creature with his powers to freeze him. The older brother managed to get free and pulled out his knife, running towards one of the others.

While Dean tried to slash another demon's throat, Sam pulled the soul out of the demon he had in his clutches. He felt powerful from the demon blood he consumed on the ride here. The demon was back in Hell within seconds, the body grew slack and lifeless at his feet, dead.

Sam thought the demons may be afraid after seeing that, but they just kept on coming. Then he got it; this was a suicide mission for them. They didn't care what happened, they were set on freeing Lucifer.

Sam was able to send two more demons back before Dean was suddenly back at his side, covered with blood that was not his own.

"There's too many. We're getting the hell away from here. Grab onto my jacket and hold on." Sam was lost, but did as he was told. Dean latched onto Sam's shoulder and then...

And then he experienced one of he strangest feelings ever in his life. The world seemed to disappear in front of his eyes. Sam grew lightheaded and dizzy. He panicked as his feet left the ground and...

He was now standing right outside the back door, over the fence, next to Dean. The same house in which his brother was taken a little more than two years ago.

Teleportation. That was...awesome.

"Did you know you could teleport me?" Sam asked in awe, glancing over the fence to see that the demons were now vanished. They failed to get Dean and apparently their purpose was over.

Hopefully they didn't go back to attack Ruby and Bobby. It was so quiet now. For some reason they couldn't hear their friends fighting. It was as if there wasn't a single soul outside. Obviously, this was all part of the trap. Getting them worked up and weakened in battle with those demons so they wouldn't be on the top of their game when they went inside.

"Nah. But I just decided, why not try? Better than getting attacked, huh?"

Sam simply nodded and walked closer to the door until he was standing about three feet from it. Dean appeared back at his side and put a hand on his shoulder in a way to either support him or show concern.

It was enough for Sam.

"You ready for this?" Dean asked, his black eyes looking straight into Sam's, wanting to make sure.

Lilith tried two years ago to control the Winchesters' destiny and failed. Sam was determined to make her fail again.

Sam took a deep breath and nodded. "As ready as I'll ever be, Dean."

There was no more time to waste. It was time to get this over with. Sam grabbed the doorknob, opening the back door quickly but quietly.

Then he and his brother stepped inside…

Sam was prepared for an onslaught, but instead a completely silent and seemingly empty house greeted him.

Yeah, empty if you didn't count the presence of a super strong demon nearby.

He stepped inside cautiously, Dean at his side.

"She's going to pop out when we least expect it," Sam whispered.

Dean seemed to have a plan. "Then let's take out the element of surprise."

Dean walked right into the living room and opened his arms wide.

"Come and get me, bitch!" he shouted. "What are you waiting for? Show your ugly ass!"

"Dean!" Sam warned, but he was too late. The sound of a little girl giggling was heard from the upstairs.

Dean's plan had worked. Whether that was a good idea or not remained to be seen.

There was the sound of someone skipping and then a little girl, so similar to the one Lilith was in before appeared at the top the stairs, blood coating her face and dress, yet her pigtails remained in perfect condition, not a hair out of place.

Her eyes were pure white.

"Sam! Dean! Just who I wanted to see!" She then pouted and put her little hands on her hips. "I've been waiting here a long time for you, that doesn't make me too happy."

A growling noise was heard and then...two hideous red-eyed dogs walked up on either side of Lilith, their teeth bared.

At the sight of his brother going still and pale Sam knew at once that these giant, ugly, shadowy things were hellhounds.

Dean had been wrong; Sam could see them now.

Trying to think fast, Sam held his hand out to latch onto Lilith's soul but the demon only laughed. Sam's powers didn't even come close to her.

"You need to try harder, silly boy!"

With that Lilith snapped her fingers and the two massive hounds bounded down the stairs, their barks echoing through the house...they were headed right towards a frozen Dean.