So as you can probably tell I love abrupt endings. Only a few chapters left after this. Sorry about the wait I have been overloaded with coursework lately.

Chapter 8:

"No. I think he,she,it found us."

"Well that's just great! You nitwits."

"We Caym hasn't arrived yet so we still have time."

"Well I found out how to send him back to hell."

"Good. What do you need?"

"Candles, a tail feather from a raven, chalk, a demons trap made from sulphur and a pot of demon blood."

"Wow Sammy. Specific."

"Luckily I found an easier way to sent a demon back to hell Sam. I only need salt, chalk, candles and your blood."

"Why my blood? Why not use Dean's or your's Bobby?"

"What?" Dean screeched. "M..." He started but was cut off by Bobby.

"Because we need the blood of someone who's been to hell."

"Ca..." Dean started but was cut off again.

"Dean went to hell too."

"H..." Once again Dean was cut off.

"Not recently enough."

"Can I pl..." Dean's patience was running out.

"Fine. How much do you need?"

"Will..." Dean tried again.

"Not much enough to fill this pot only." Bobby replied holding a small ceramic pot.

"Shu..." Dean tried one last time.

"Fine." Sam said grudgingly. He rolled his sleeves up and made a small cut on his forearm.

"Alright that's it!" Dean shouted. "Why me? You are the one who had Lucifer inside him. Not me!"

"Calm down boy. Your acting like a five year old."

"Yes I am, and I'm proud of it."

"Oh shut up Dean. I'm the one filling up the pot not you."

"Ok fine. I'm just saying, sentiment Sam."

"No soul, no sentiment."

"Boys." Bobby warned.

"Fine." Sam and Dean said together.

"Better. That should be enough now Sam. Dean help me set up." Sam wrapped his arm up as Dean collected the salt, chalk and candles. "Now, we need to set the salt up in a circle but we will do that last. Draw a demons trap with the chalk over here Dean." Dean hurried over with the chalk and drew a small demons trap by Bobby's feet. "Good. Put the bowl of blood in the centre and the candles in each gap on the outside." Dean set it up as Bobby told him to. "Now put the salt in a circle around the outside. Make sure it is on the demons trap." Dean did as Bobby told him to do and just as he finished they heard the sweet chirp of a thrush and the cacophony of the birds gathered as they sung their replies. "Well boys looks like we were just in time. Everyone inside the trap. Sam stand in the centre over your blood, Dean stand beside his right side and I will stand to his left. Just a Caym comes in through the door you need to say, 'Caym fúgite ab unde orta es. Lora tenet diabolum vocat, oportet te in cavea. Hic autem locus in terris sive quae in caelis et in cisternis firery. Et vocat te diabolus trahit, a quo tu egressus es.' Got it boys?"

"Nope." Dean replied.

"Well you had better got it by he time that demon comes through the door boy. We only have on shot at this. Make it count." Just then the door burst open.

"Now!" Bobby yelled.

"Caym fúgite ab unde orta es. Lora tenet diabolum vocat, oportet te in cavea. Hic autem locus in terris sive quae in caelis et in cisternis firery. Et vocat te diabolus trahit, a quo tu egressus es." All three of them said together. Caym cackled.

"Nice try boys. I'm not that easy to get rid of. Should have gone with Sammy's plan, that would have sent me right back to where I started. Anyway. I have come here today to collect a little something. Anyone want to guess? The person who gets it right gets to chose a little prize."

"I'm guessing you want to kill us all." Bobby said sarcastically.

"And we have a winner. Through watch your tone. Didn't anyone teach you to respect your elders? After all I am at about 13.7 billion years old."

"Wow." Dean said, "how do you keep your skin so nice?"

"Don't play games with me boy." Caym spat out at Dean's feet. "I am more powerful than you will ever know."

"Well instead of just saying your powerful, how about you show us." Bobby taunted, gently pushing Dean and Sam out off the circle and towards the ingredients Sam needed to send Caym back to hell.

"Um... Bobby what are you doing? We know how powerful you are Caym we don't need a demonstration." Sam said quickly. But Caym had already started started his spell.

"Quickly boys, get the ingredients and put them in the circle as needed." Bobby instructed them quietly.

"Quickly Sammy. Pass me the feather, the chalk, candles and sulphur are set up and a pot of demon blood, that might be hard." Sam and Dean rushed around the demons trap hoping that the spells Caym was performing for Bobby were keeping him distracted from what they were doing.

"Here Dean." Sam said quickly as he passed Dean the items. "I always have demons blood with me."

"Hurry up boys" Bobby hissed over his shoulder. "I can't keep him busy for ever."

"Sam where is that demons blood. Everything else is set up.

"Here Dean." Sam said hurriedly passing Dean a pot of demons blood. Dean hurriedly poured the demons blood onto the demons trap and stepped away. "Bobby it's finished. Dean help put him into the trap whilst I say the spell." Dean and Bobby backed away from Caym who advanced still performing magic that shook the ground. Just as Caym was about to enter the circle he stopped.

"Careful boys, you could have hurt me.' Caym cackled as he blew the items out of place. "I think that's better." He made a pushing motion with his right hand and Dean and Bobby flew into the wall cracking it as they hit. Sam ducked behind the wardrobe and spotted a symbol on Caym's hand. He had the same symbol on his had as the victims had on their hands. He stepped around the wardrobe and into Caym's line of sight. "Well well, look who we have here. Little Sammy. Dean pleaded for your soul when he was in hell. He told us to make your sins his. Told us that everything you ever did wrong and everything you ever will do wrong was his fault. He made sure that we knew that it was his fault you were an evil little monster. Because that's what you are Sammy." Caym said with a smirk. "An evil little monster." He punctuated each word with a step towards Sam. Sam stood frozen on the spot, not quite believing Caym's words. He staggered back and looked at Dean struggling to open his mouth to talk.

"No." Sam whispered to himself.

"What did you say?" Caym said not believing Sam dared disagree with him.

"I said no. Dean would not say I was evil and he would never think I was a monster." Sam stated louder. "Dean is my brother and no matter what happens. He would never think that."

"Oh really?" Caym questioned. "Let's see just what he thinks." Caym turned to Dean and put a spell on him so he could only speak the truth. "Why don't you ask him. I'm sure he will be truthful with you Sam. After all he is your brother." Caym put emphasis on the word brother as if to make it seem like Dean wasn't what he said. Caym waved his hand and Dean fell from the wall. "Sammy you really shouldn't have trusted Dean. Didn't you see how he didn't touch holy water or the salt. And he was the one who came up with the failed attempt on destroying me." Dean walked over to Caym going around the demons trap and blinked. His eyes turned black. "Come on Dean let's leave Sam and Bobby to talk thing over. Caym walked out the door Dean following dutifully. Bobby gasped and fell to the floor Sam ran over and helped him up.

"Balls. Why did you let him go you idjot."

"Sorry Bobby. He's a demon. I couldn't stop him going. Do you think Dean is still alive in there Bobby?" Sam asked worriedly.

"I don't know Sam, but he's a tough lad. He will be okay."