Like I said, I was already half way through this chapter when I posted the other one. So here it is. There will be only two other chapters after this one before the story is complete.

I hope that you continue to enjoy it.

Thanks to CeCe Away and angeleyenc for reviewing. Also thanks to everyone who has taken the time to read it.

"Well isn't this nice." the tall darkly clad figure said as she stepped up to Samantha's side. "After all these years of chasing, you guys practically gift wrap her for me."

Monika crunched down by Samantha's prone form, slowly reaching out to touch her cheek.

"Don't you dare touch her!" Dean's bellow stopped the demons hand inches from Samantha face. Monika looked over at the protective father with an eyebrow raised in amusement.

"After all these years you still don't get it." A cold laugh escaped. "This is why your precious daughter was born. This is why your brother hid from you for all these years."

Dean did not make a move, but the muscle in his jaw jumped at those words. Samantha squeezed her eyes close, silently begging someone to stop the demon bitch from ruining her father's new found happiness.

"God you're not going to monologue are you?" Sam's voice broke through Samantha's panic. His brow was set in concentration, but his mouth was turned up in a smirk. Maybe that smiling in the face of danger is a Winchester thing? Samantha thought, though she knew that he was still trying to keep the truth from Dean, to save him the pain.

His attempt was in vain because the demon simply raised an eyebrow then continued explaining.

"You see your daughter was born as a plot by Raphael to defeat your pretty boy angel. He had cupids set you and that wife of yours up, so that your child would be an angel reliquary." As she spoke Monika moved closer to Dean so that she was blocking his view of his daughter. "Your daughter is holding a powerful angel weapon inside of her body and your family has spent all these years protecting her from me and hiding the truth from you."

Dean looked absolutely thunder struck. He glanced over at Sam for help, but Sam's eyes darted away unable to handle the questions in Dean's gaze. His brother's inability to look at him was confirmation enough and Dean felt his world begin to crumbled around him. The life he had with his only child suddenly seemed to lose meaning, could he ever have really called her his?

He shook his head in an attempt to clear it, trying to process the information that was unceremoniously dumped on him. The demon had not moved from his side, she simply continued to watch the way her words were affecting him. A small voice in the back of Dean's mind told him not to give her the satisfaction, that he had to block everyone out to be able to pull through.

A small movement from beyond his feet caught Dean's attention. Samantha had opened her eyes to see her father's reaction. Dean locked his gaze with her and saw that it was full of fear. Fear of being pushed aside, of no longer holding a place in the heart of the person who meant the most to her in the whole world.

All of Dean's reservations evaporated at the sight of his only child's fear that the actions of others could destroy her father's love for her. Samantha had not changed, nor could this news change the way Dean loved his little girl. Dean gave her a reassuring smile which was returned by a look of purely relieved joy.

An army of angels or demons could not ruin Dean's love for his family.

Monika frowned at the exchange, not pleased by the lack of whaling or tears. She turned to face Sam who was watching the others with an easy smile. He quickly became stony faced when he noticed that he had drawn Monika's attention.

"Poor Sammy, all those years protecting your niece from this, just to be the reason she gets handed over to me in the first place." Sam's face did not give away anything, but his muscles pulled against the invisible hands holding him to the ground. He desperately tried to think of some way to get out of this mess, he could remember Cas' words advising him that Samantha would probably not survive the physical pain of extracting the weapon.

The thought that occurred to him was so simple that he should have thought of him before. Cas! "Please Cas, we need your help." He muttered as quietly as humanly possible.

It was not quiet enough against demons, for Monika spun back towards Sam with a laugh. She lifted her shirt to uncover her middle. On her stomach was craved enochian symbols that Sam recognized as angel proofing.

"Your little angel friend can't even get within half a mile of me and I have more then ten demons surrounding us, whose only job is to hold you three down." Sam glared back in silence, unsure of what he could do to save his family now.

Realizing that she was not going to get much in return, she turned her back on the Winchester men, Monika moved towards Samantha.

She crunched down by her side and leaned forward into her face. "How does it feel to be the reason for the destruction of your family?" the demon hissed. The colour drained away from the girl's face and tears filled her eyes as they darted towards her father and uncle.

Pulling back to block Samantha's view of her family, the demon started to recite an incantation. Samantha felt the world tip and bend as the words seemed to run through her. The thought that the words sounded enochian slipped through her consciousness.

Monika stopped the incantation then opened a small flask and poured a thick fragment liquid onto Samantha's chest. The liquid seemed to evaporate as it touched her, sending chilling darts of ice into her core. Each drop pulling her farther away from reality, from the shouts of anger from her family.

"There the door is open, now I only have to reach in and take what I want." The demon said with a laugh. "I hear it feels like someone is ripping out your heart, Samantha." the demon said looking over at the two men who were both staring at Samantha with uncovered terror. "I haven't experienced it myself, so you will have to be the judge."

With that Monika, plunged her hand into Samantha's chest. Instantly Samantha reared back as a white hot pain shot through her. Monika's hand did not break her skin but instead seemed to bypass it for her very soul.

Dean watched helplessly as his only child threw back her head and screamed. He pulled against the bonds with all his might, but he could not get closer to her. He could do nothing to help her. He was briefly aware that he was screaming at the demon, that Sam was echoing the same cries for her to stop.

Casting a look of help to Sam, he saw that Sam was trembling, unable to stand her pain his eyes were squeezed tight against the horror of his niece's torture. Sensing that someone was watching him, Sam looked over at his brother, his wet eyes begging for it to stop.

Samantha's screamed had melted away to a high pitch keening, she was no longer attempting to pull away from her attacker but her limbs were twitching sporadically.

Dean went wild, yanking on the invisible bonds, bellowing death threats that he knew in the back of his mind that he would not be able to complete. He could see no way to escape and his fear for his family was heightened at each jerk his daughter made.

Suddenly Monika sat back lifting a large golden cup out of Samantha's chest, a bark of cold laughter piercing the air. The moment the cup cleared her chest Samantha fell back against the pavement her chest rattling with effort as she tried without success to pull air back into her lungs.

Sam willed the young girl to breath with everything he had and he felt panic bubble up as her chest continued to heave without allowing the saving air to enter. Her eyes wides with panic locked on Sam's face and Sam deliberately slowed his breathing to show her how. Painfully slowly Samantha's gulped in air into her lungs and let it out in time with her uncle. It was only after she was once again in control that she allowed her head to roll back and her eyes to slip shut.

Dean struggled to get to her side, to offer some comfort or praise her strength, but he could do nothing but remain on his back on the cold pavement.

The demon's voice was filled with awe as she studied the cup carefully. "It's the Cup of Time." Another cold laugh escaped sending ice into Dean's heart. He would make sure that this demon's death was painful and slow.

Samantha slowly turned her head so that it was lying in her father's direction. She could just make out Sam's face from this position as well. Even with the pain still flowing through her, she felt comforted by their presences so near.

Dean was staring at her intently his face wet from tears that were still trickling down, trying to assess the damage from a distance. Samantha could almost hear the silent question, "are you okay?" At this exact moment it seemed a rather stupid thing to wonder, as her body throbbed in pain so strong that it was pulling her towards the darkness.

Still she gave her father an almost undetectable nod, it was the only thing she could do to wipe away the frantic expression on his face. It did not disappear as she had hoped, but the look softened and that would have to be good enough for now.

Meanwhile Monika was crowing with joy over her new prize. Sam groaned in annoyance, "Why do you and that stupid cup get a room." he snapped.

The demon scowled at the younger Winchester brother, her eyes flashing black, her upper lip curling in feral snarl. Sam glowered in return, he wasn't about to be intimidated by the hell bitch who had just tortured his niece.

Monika took a moment to compose herself, before she lifted the cup so that all three Winchesters could clearly see it. "This is the Cup of Time. The bearer of the cup can control the ebb and flow of time itself." Dread crawled into Samantha's heart, it was because of her that this powerful weapon was in the absolute wrong hands.

Dean forced himself to remain calm. "That sippy cup doesn't seem that special to me. The DeLorean is much cooler," he said with a relaxed air.

The demon froze for what seemed too long to be possible. Then ever so slowly a chilling smile crept unto her face. Dean felt himself lean away, silently wishing that he hadn't said anything.

"Whether you see the value or not, this sippy cup will be the death of you." The words were hard and void of any emotion. Monika slowly raised her free hand and called a sharp command "Boys."

Suddenly the air was filled with snarls and growls that caused the hair to raise for all three Winchesters. Sam shot a look at his brother, both of them knew this eerie sound and Sam could still see flash of Dean being ripped apart all those year ago.

Hellhounds.

Samantha felt air rush by her head as a large unseen paw clawed the ground. Dean noticed the movement as well, no longer worried about being strong he turned his head to the still demon. "Please don't." His voice was soft and pleading.

Monika studied the begging father for a moment, her eyes as cold as her heart. She dropped her hand, screaming "attack!"

There was a moment of stillness then the hellhounds pounced on the defenceless men. The deadly paws tore and cut into the soft flesh as cries of pain rang out. Samantha did not realize immediately that she was not being attacked, her focus was completely on the two men who she could do nothing to help. She screamed for someone to stop it, for anyone to help them, as the chorus of death filled her eyes.

Dean found that he could not move away from the pain and Sam's answering screams caused their own wounds that dug much deeper. He could hear his little girl's cries but knew that she was not in pain and this one gift gave him strength. If only she could live, he prayed to the heavens. He could feel his life slowly drifting, pulling away from his body, but his only thought was to stop Sam's pain in some way.

Sam writhed on the ground as his body painting the ground red around him. He was aware of nothing but snarls, the cries of help from Samantha and the animal noises that were coming from him.

"Sammy." Somehow this one word spoken softly broke through the chaos bringing Sam's attention to the person he had missed most in the world. Dean was grinding his teeth against the pain his eyes dropping closed as blood flowed out of him but he was watching Sam through heavy lids, one hand thrown out reaching for Sam. Sam reached out and felt his fingers brush his brother's as he was dragged into darkness by teeth and claws.

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Samantha continued to scream even after the screams of her family died away and the heartless barks of the hounds ceased. Tears were pouring down her face without end but even if she could have made a move to brush them aside she would not. What was the point?

Jumping in surprise as the demons face appear close to her own, Samantha snarled at the person who had destroyed everything she had ever loved. This caused nothing but pleasure to the demon. Monika leaned forward and whispered into Samantha's ear. "I'm going to let you live with the guilt of how you're existence killed your loved ones and that they are in hell now because of you."

Unable to hold her wall together with the echoes of her family's death still ringing in her ear, Samantha let out a sob at the mention of hell. This sob was quickly followed by another, so that as the hell spawn left with her prize the air was filled with the sound of Samantha's heart breaking.

It was only after Monika was out of sight that Samantha felt herself being released from the hold of the hidden demons. Ever so slowly she rolled over then dragged herself on her stomach towards her father.

Dean was a mess of torn flesh and blood, but his face was unharmed. His eyes had slid closed as his soul was ripped from him.

Unable to find the energy to move any farther, Samantha leaned her head on her father's shoulder, throwing one arm across his destroyed chest. Turning her head to the side she looked at Sam, his sightless eyes were staring into space, but no longer held the spark that Samantha had come to know even in that short time as Sam.

She reached out her arm to grasp Sam's still warm fingers. Curling her fingers around Sam's Samantha had the crazy thought that she would never let go. That she would simply lie here until the end came crashing down around them.

No thought was able to cross her mind except for "gone", which repeated over and over as a mantra. Muttering to herself as she tried to will her father back, her heart shattered beside their destroyed bodies.

The ache in her throat fell into her chest, driving the air out of her lungs and in the next moment all she knew was the blind grief of being completely alone in the world. Shaking, grasping, begging them to return, Samantha lay on the cold pavement sobbing into her father's shoulder clutching her uncle's hand until exhaustion kindly overtook her.

TBC