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?"

Lilith walked closer until she was right outside the circle. "Why yes, Sam, it is…" she said gleefully, putting her hands on her hips, "I forced one of the people in town to draw it for me so that you could…try it out."

Sam looked at her in amused disbelief. "Well…this is different. I've never actually been trapped inside one of these things before."

"It seems the tables have turned."

"So they have." Sam agreed, testing out the wall again. It remained as solid as ever. "And how long do you intend to keep me here?"

She shrugged. "Until I kill you…" she said simply, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "No offense, Sammy, but there's only room for one of us in this world."

Sam shook his head, "I absolutely agree. It's time for you to go."

"Me? I'm not the one stuck in the Devil's Trap." She said smugly.

"Stuck? I prefer to think of it as 'momentarily detained.' Stuck is such a final word." Sam said, studying the symbols on the ceiling.

"Get used to it, cause you're not going anywhere. Those symbols are perfect, I checked them myself."

"Yes, I can see that. It's very well done." Sam said casually.

"Thank you."

"You're quite welcome." He said, continuing to look around.

Lilith stared at him, unsure of what to think. Sam wasn't panicking like she'd thought he would, and on the contrary he seemed…pleasantly surprised to find himself stuck in a Devil's Trap. He was so calm and collected that every word he spoke sounded like he was praising her for baking a pie rather than plotting to kill him.

It was unnerving.

Sam looked back at her and smiled. "Well, if you're going to kill me you might as well get it over with…I'd imagine you have all kinds of soul stealing appointments to keep today. I wouldn't want to cause you any trouble."

Lilith didn't move. "What are you planning?" she said suspiciously.

"Who, me?" Sam asked innocently, his black eyes gleaming. "What are you talking about?"

"You're up to something." Lilith said. "Whatever it is, it won't work."

"I'm not up to anything—you win fair and square. You've bested me, I admit it."

"You're lying."

Sam shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. But who cares? Like you said, I'm the one stuck in the Devil's Trap."

Lilith took a hesitant step forward. "I'm sick of your games…" she said angrily. "This ends now."

"Great, I accept that, just…" he stopped and smiled in relief at something over her shoulder, "Bobby—thank God…"

Lilith's eyes widened and she spun around. The room was empty. "What—" suddenly comprehension dawned and she realized what Sam was doing. She turned back around and saw Sam standing in the circle with his eyes closed, his face lined with concentration—

"NO—" she shouted.

The entire ceiling splintered and ripped in half with a thunderous crack, severing the boundaries of the Devil's Trap in a second and sending dust and broken plaster raining down on them both. Sam opened his eyes as the damaged ceiling creaked dangerously above them as it strained to support the weight of the third floor. He realized that it could give way at any moment—

Lilith let out a scream of rage and darted across the room.

Though he had been distracted by the ceiling's imminent collapse, Sam's eyes snapped back to the ground as he heard Lilith take off running. "Oh no you don't…" he said dangerously, going after her.

Lilith yanked open the drawer of a small cabinet by the door and spun around when Sam was only feet away from her, something clutched firmly in her grip—she pulled the trigger—

Sam realized what she was doing at the last second and dove to the side. The bullet missed him by inches. "Damn it, Lilith! That's the Colt!" he spat angrily. "You stole that from Bella!" The ceiling made an angry splitting noise and sagged further—

"Finders keepers." Lilith whispered as her finger tightened on the trigger for the second time—

The ceiling split even more with an echoing crack that was louder than ever before. Lilith froze and glanced up in time to see a spiderweb of cracks making their way across the ceiling—

Sam leapt to his feet and dove into the hall just as the ceiling collapsed behind him, raining desks and debris from the third floor room down into the second. He took off running down the hallway—

BANG—a second shot. The bullet zinged off of one of the metal lockers inches above his head.

Lilith.

Sam glanced over his shoulder and saw her running after him with a determined glint in her eyes, the Colt held tightly in her right hand—

Sam reached the end of the hall and took a flying leap—right through the window.

He fell two stories and landed on the roof of a car in the school parking lot with a sickening crunch of metal and shattered glass—

He didn't feel a thing.

Sam rolled off the car and landed on his feet on the blacktop with a grunt. The sun was rising still higher in the sky, and its light illuminated the parking lot with undeniable clarity. He wasn't alone.

Hundreds of demons stood in a circle around him, their eyes as black as night, all completely silent as they gazed at him with hatred.

Sam studied the crowd of demons around him, all traces of humor gone from his face. "So it's down to this, is it? All of you against me?"

The demons behind him parted, making a small path. Sam didn't even have to turn around, he knew who was there. "Lilith."

Lilith crossed her arms over her chest, watching him. "Sam…you're powerful. I know that…hell, every demon knows that." She said tiredly, "But would you just give it up? Look around you." She paused, staring intently at him, "You can't possibly defeat all of us—you can't win."

Sam smiled softly. "I have to."

"You can't." she spat.

Sam shook his head. "Just give me what I want, Lilith."

"Or what, Sam? What are you going to do?"

Sam looked up at her. "Kill anything and everything that stands in my way." He said softly.

Lilith shook her head, a small smile of disbelief on her lips. "No, you're just going to die." She said simply, and walked away. "Kill him."

The demons smiled horribly in anticipation and all leapt at once. Time seemed to slow as Sam watched them all coming at him—this was it. He gritted his teeth and pushed back hard with his mind before they could reach him. Power flowed freely out of him, unchecked and unhindered, raw.

And suddenly, he wasn't thinking. He didn't have to. The demons in the first couple rows were thrown high into the air by an invisible force and hovered there, little black dots in the morning sky.

Without even pausing to think the other demons charged mercilessly at Sam, and he felt himself being torn apart. He let out a scream of rage and a wave of power hurled the closest demons away from him. They landed on the ground shrieking, their skin hissing and burning like it had been doused with acid. "Who's next?" he growled dangerously.

And then demons were all around him, pressing in on all sides, tearing and ripping at him with all they had. Everything blurred together until he couldn't remember where he was, who he was, what was happening—

A surge of power erupted from deep inside of him, shooting out in all directions.

Time stopped.

The demons around him all froze instantly and hovered in the air around him like grotesque statues of living tissue. Sam opened his eyes and hundreds of demons all fell to the ground, motionless but alive, all trapped in a timeless moment that he controlled. He lowered his arms to his sides, blood dripping freely from his body and collecting in a puddle at his feet.

Sam stepped forward, walking over the pile of bodies until he reached the still figure of Lilith. She was standing off to the side, eyes wide open, lips slightly parted, the Colt held loosely in her hand.

He reached out and took the Colt from her before he waved a hand in front of her face, freeing her from his hold. Her eyes widened further and she stepped back from him as her eyes roamed over the still pile of hundreds of demons, all defeated by one individual. She looked up at him, at the blood pouring from his body, and shook her head in disbelief, "How are you still alive?"

Sam didn't answer, he just raised the Colt until it was pointed at the middle of her forehead. "Last chance." He said simply, "Give me what I want, or I'll get it myself."

Lilith looked up into the cold, black eyes of Sam Winchester and shook her head, "I don't even think you know what you want anymore." She said.

Sam stared at her, his face void of all emotion. "Bring Dean back."

Lilith laughed coldly. "Dean?" she shouted, throwing her arms out toward the bodies of countless demons that Sam had defeated, "After all this, after all that you've just done, all that you've become—you want Dean?!"

Sam didn't even flinch. "Yes."

Lilith scowled at him and angrily shoved him backwards. "You disgust me!" she shrieked, "You walk in here and destroy all that I've worked so hard to build—not because you hate evil and want it destroyed, not because you want the power and prestige that you could have over all demons, but because you want one person out of Hell!"

Sam cocked the gun, his finger wrapped firmly around the trigger. "Yes."

Lilith grinned wickedly at him. "Well I hate to ruin this for you, Sam, but even if I brought Dean back right now, he wouldn't be your Dean. He's been in Hell, Sam, he'll never be your Dean again! And you can kill all the demons you want, you can use your power until it destroys you and the whole world, but you'll never get Dean back, Sam. Never!" She glared at him in hatred, "So go ahead, kill me if you want—but guess what? I ripped Dean away from you, and you can't get him back." She said triumphantly, stepping forward until the barrel of the gun pressed against her forehead. "I still win."

Sam stared at her, searching for the truth in her words. "No...you're wrong."

Lilith tilted her head to the side, studying him. "I don't even think you're Sam anymore." She said bitterly, "You're nothing but an empty shell of power."

Sam shook his head, "No Lilith." He said. "That's what you are."

"Oh really?" she said tauntingly, and then paused. "We're not as different as you think, Sam. Have a nice lonely life…I'll see you in Hell someday."

Sam's finger tightened on the trigger...

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