Sam glared at Lilith, his eyes reflecting the hatred that he had buried deep in his soul since Dean had been ripped away from him. Looking at her, it was hard to imagine just how evil she was. She had possessed the body of a young woman with golden-brown hair and dark brown eyes, and corruption stared at him through innocence.

Lilith leaned back against the windowsill, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Did you just come here to look at me? I'm flattered…"

"You killed my brother." Sam said flatly, his voice void of all emotion.

Lilith shook her head. "No, Sam. I merely carried out his wishes. After all, he did trade his soul for your life."

"Dean didn't want to go to Hell."

Lilith's smile widened. "Well, he should have thought about that before he made the deal, shouldn't he?" she paused, "You can blame me all you want, Sam, but this isn't my fault."

"Yes it is."

Her eyebrows shot upwards and she eyed him critically. "How do you figure that? Let's start at the beginning, shall we? When you died a year ago, Jake killed you. I didn't have anything to do with that."

Sam stepped forward, "Yes you did."

"Sam…did you ever stop and think that maybe humans make their own choices every now and then? Jake chose to kill you, we didn't plant the idea in his mind or anything. If it's any consolation, at the time most of us really wanted you to win."

"But I didn't win."

She nodded, and then added mockingly, "Yeah, because, oh no, if I kill someone, I might—like—go darkside, and then I—I—I—"

"Shut-up." Sam said darkly.

Lilith's eyes sparkled. "Oh…did I strike a nerve? I'm so sorry…but you see, it's really not my fault that Dean's in Hell. He came to the crossroads, willingly, and made the deal of his own free will. No one twisted his arm to make him seal the deal. He could have just walked away."

Sam exhaled slowly, trying to think of something to say to that.

Lilith nodded, encouraged by his lack of response. "You know it's true, Sam. This whole mess is all Dean's fault."

Sam's head snapped up. "No."

She smiled and took a step toward him. "But enough about Dean, let's talk about you, Sammy…"

"Don't call me that."

"You," she continued, ignoring him, "Are different than the last time we met." She walked around him, studying him like she was looking for something.

Sam gritted his teeth. "Get away from me."

Lilith laughed. "Still as hostile as ever, I see…"

"You killed my brother…"

"Yes, we've been over that already." She replied dismissively, still studying him, "You know…I'm impressed…I honestly never expected you to embrace your powers."

Sam stared at her impassively. "You thought wrong."

"I can see that…" she said softly, "And I'm usually such an excellent judge of character…but you, Sam Winchester, I just can't seem to figure out."

Sam just glared at her coldly and didn't say a word.

She stopped directly in front of him and looked up into his eyes, "I thought that you were a lost cause…that the other demons were wasting their time waiting for you to lead them…but here you stand in front of me. Ready to kill."

"Yeah." Sam said, "Ready to kill you."

Lilith grinned and shook her head, looking like an innocent child. "Oh Sam…you just don't get it, do you?" she said playfully, "There's a thin line between good and evil…and you can't be both. It's time for you to decide where you stand."

"Bring Dean back." Sam demanded.

Lilith stepped closer until they were inches apart. "No." she whispered. "I won't."

Sam stared back at her unflinchingly, "I already know where I stand—with Dean. And if you won't bring him back now, I'll make you." He promised coldly. "I'm not leaving here without him."

Lilith shook her head, "It's your funeral."

"No." Sam said simply, "It's yours."

For a long moment they both stared at each other, waiting.

They both reacted at the same time, but Lilith was faster, and Sam was thrown backwards against the wall. Lilith glared at him angrily, watching him struggle, "You dare to fight me?" she shouted. "Me?! All the other demons cower before me, and you—you're not even a real demon, Sam! How can you even hope to defeat me?"

Sam just laughed bitterly, "You know, you would sound a whole lot more convincing if your eyes weren't full of fear."

"You wish." Lilith spat, walking towards him. "Let's see how you do with no air, Sammy boy…"

As Sam hung there on the wall, he suddenly felt his windpipe closing—she was choking him. He struggled, trying hard to free himself from her invisible hold, but he was trapped.

"Goodbye Sam. It's been a blast."

Sam fought to breathe, but he couldn't. The world was spinning and darkening around him, and sound dropped away until he couldn't hear anything but the beating of his own heart. He was going to die. Right now. And Dean…Dean—

No.

Sam pushed harder against his invisible bonds, blinking hard to clear his sight. He wasn't going to give up—Dean deserved more.

"Why won't you just die?" Lilith cried angrily. She concentrated harder and cuts started appearing all over Sam's body, angry red slits that dripped crimson tears down onto the floor.

Sam felt the pain, but it didn't fully register in his mind as he fought to free himself. His eyes locked on Lilith's and he felt rage erupt inside of him again. He couldn't let her win—

I'm holding back. Sam realized. I'm holding back, and she's winning.

His mind was dimming again, and he knew that he couldn't last much longer without oxygen. I'm sorry, Dean. I can't let her win. I told you that I was going to save you no matter what—and this is the no matter what. I hope you understand.

Sam Winchester closed his eyes and let go. He let go of all his fear, let go of himself.

Then—

He screamed. The sound was backed by all of the pain, anger, and hurt he had suffered throughout his young life. All of the windows in the building shattered into millions of shards that flew through the air.

Lilith cried out as glass shards embedded themselves into her flesh. She tightened her hold on Sam, but something had changed. She looked up at him and froze—black eyes stared down at her.

Before she could think of what to do she was thrown across the room like a rag doll. With a cry of surprise she crashed into students' metal desks and landed in a heap on the floor.

"Oh yes," Sam said, massaging his throat, "That's much better."

Lilith painfully climbed to her feet and looked at Sam in surprise. He was standing by the wall, staring at her, a strange smile on his face.

"Who are you?" she demanded shakily.

"Why, Lilith, don't you recognize me?" he said playfully, tilting his head to one side as he studied her, "I'm little Sammy Winchester…"

"Stay away from me." Lilith hissed.

His smile widened. "Oh no." he said coldly, "It's far too late for that."

Lilith grabbed onto one of the desks and hurled it forcefully at Sam, but before it could hit him he flung out his arm and deflected it so that it hit the wall instead, leaving a huge dent. He looked at her and raised his eyebrows, "Now that wasn't very nice, was it?"

"It wasn't supposed to be." She said simply, pushing a few loose strands of hair out of her eyes.

Sam shook his head, "And here I thought we were going to be friends…"

Lilith laughed bitterly, "You just want to kill me."

Sam shrugged, "Yeah, well, basically everyone I've ever been friends with is dead." He said matter-of-factly as he walked toward her, "So I'm rather used to short relationships…do you want to grab a cup of coffee or something before I kill you?"

Lilith glared at Sam and then glanced at the door. "I don't date jerks." She scoffed, and then without another word she bolted toward the door.

Sam grinned and then waved his arm again. Lilith flew sideways into another wall. "Going somewhere, darling?" he said sweetly, "But we're just getting started."

"Screw you!" she shouted angrily.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Lilith gritted her teeth and pushed out with everything she had. Sam was thrown back forcefully and landed in a heap on the other side of the room. As soon as he hit the ground, every metal desk, cabinet, and loose object shot through the air and smashed into him with bone-crushing force. He tried to stand up and defend himself but Lilith kept it up, her eyes glaring at him with hatred. She stood up and brushed herself off, watching with satisfaction as Sam was buried beneath the crushing pile of debris.

Then, without warning, there was a brief flash of gold and Sam appeared outside of the pile. He stood there for a moment with his hands on his knees and tried to catch his breath as his blood dripped steadily from multiple gaping wounds.

Lilith stared at Sam for a moment, her eyes widening as she hurried to think of another plan. Suddenly her eyes focused on a section of the ceiling above his head, and she laughed.

At the sound of her laugh Sam straightened up and glared at her, "You think that was funny, do you?"

She shrugged. "Actually…yes. I think it was hilarious."

Sam spat out a mouthful of blood and then grinned, his black eyes glinting murderously. "You want hilarious? I'll show you hilarious—"

He stepped forward to attack her but before he had even gone two feet he slammed into something solid.

Lilith's smile widened.

Sam's eyes narrowed in confusion and he tried to step forward again. Exactly the same thing happened. Something was preventing him from moving forward—it was like hitting a brick wall. "No way…" Sam muttered, realization dawning. He looked up at the ceiling and laughed bitterly. "You didn't."

"Oh…I did." She said, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

Sam ran a hand through his hair and looked up at her, a malicious grin on his face. He pointed upwards, "That's a Devil's Trap, isn't it, Lilith?"

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