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Lawrence, Kansas—General POV

1:00 A.M.

Sam Winchester lay in bed, tossing and turning from the horrible images currently plaguing his dreams and a shooting pain in his head. He was able to wake up, and half-tumbling from the bed, got to his feet, messaging his temples. When he thought the pain had subsided, he was hit with another vision. Sam saw a woman with long, black hair and blue eyes—a woman he once knew and had been friends with at one point. He saw her having a verbal fight with the Demon in her home, and eventually being killed.

"Dean!" The younger Winchester shouted, running from his room, and down the stairs to the living room where he knew his older brother had fallen asleep in front of the TV. Dean was sprawled out on the couch, snoring. Sam shook him roughly, and he shot up, looking at him tiredly.

"What is it, Sam?" Dean asked. He read the worried expression on his younger sibling's face, and got the impression that he had seen something. "What did you see? Is it about Alyx? Is she okay?"

"It wasn't about Alyx," Sam replied. "It was about Lily."

"Lily Devereaux? Oliver's mother?"

"Yeah," Sam confirmed. "I saw her being killed by the Demon."

"Which means the damn thing is in Lawrence," Dean said angrily, getting up from the couch. "That's why Missouri wanted Alyx and Oliver to leave so quickly—she knew it was coming, and she wanted them as far away from it as possible."

"And she probably wanted us here to fight it off; save Lily." Sam finished, as Dean was pulling on his leather jacket.

"Exactly," Dean agreed. "You have an address or something?" Sam nodded. He had seen the house in his vision. "All right. Let's get going."

Two Hours Earlier…

Lily Devereaux shuffled through the door of her small, suburban home, her arms weighed down with luggage. She had just finished a quick hunting job in the next town over, where she had battled a nasty, vengeful spirit. The fight had left her bruised and sore, not to mention exhausted. All she wanted to do was take a nice, warm bath to relieve her aching body, and sleep.

The house was quiet. She had expected it to be, since her son, Oliver, had moved out after their last fight. She hadn't heard from her son in over two weeks. She had spent the Christmas holiday alone and crying, trying to decide if it would be better this way. In the back of her mind, she had always resented the fact that Oliver was her son. There wasn't really a day that went by without her cursing that thing for using her, and leaving her to take care of his child. Honestly, she didn't see how the boy could be hers. She didn't want to. Raising him wasn't any picnic, either, especially when he hit his teens, and she had to tell him the truth about what he really was.

Lily dropped her bags onto the floor in the front hall and walked over to the living room, flicking on the light. To her horror, she saw someone already standing in the room, admiring the pictures on the mantel of the fireplace. She froze in her tracks, knowing exactly who it was. The man turned around, facing Lily with a sinister grin on his face.

"Lily," he said, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his pants, "It's been way too long…"

"Get out of my house." she demanded hotly.

"Now, is that any way to treat the love of your life?" he asked, stepping closer.

"I don't love you."

"You did once." he reminded her.

"That was when I was young and stupid. You lied to me—you used me!"

"I did what I had to, Lily."

"Ruining my life was a part of your plan, then? Leaving me with your evil spawn, and making your demonic buddies come tracking us all over the country?"

"I needed a way to keep an eye on my son," the Demon pointed out. "But I must say, you running to your psychic friend here in Lawrence actually helped me out."

"What?"

"Thanks to you, Oliver met Alyx Winchester. Now that they're madly in love with each other, that makes my job a bit easier," he answered. "All I have to do is get him to join me—which won't be that difficult, he'll give in soon enough—and Alyx will follow as well. Having her on my side will definitely be an advantage."

"Get out of here! Now!" Lily yelled, tears running down her face.

"I won't be needing your help anymore," he stated, and with a wave of his hand, sent Lily flying into a wall, pinning her there. "Unfortunately, I can't have you sticking around…you might tell someone about all of this."

"No…please…leave me alone!"

"Goodbye, Lily."

Sam and Dean pulled onto the street where Lily's house was located, and saw, even from far away, the red and blue flashing lights of the fire trucks, ambulances, and police cars. Dean parked the Impala across the street from the house, shaking his head, while Sam stared, speechless. The two brothers got out without a word, and walked over to the house. Surprisingly, there hadn't been a fire. They watched, bewildered, as a coroner emerged from the house, pushing a gurney with a body covered in a white sheet.

"Damn it." Dean half-shouted, looking away from the body—Lily's dead body—quickly. There was a police officer standing on the sidewalk, so they decided to approach him to ask some questions.

"Excuse me, officer, we're…friends with the woman who lives here. Can you tell us what happened?"

"We got a call a couple of hours ago, from a neighbor who said he heard screaming next door," the officer explained. " We found Miss Lily Devereaux dead in the living room of her home. It looked like someone had practically ripped her heart out of her chest. In all my years, I have never seen anything like it." Sam felt Dean tense up beside him upon hearing that information. "Whoever did this isn't right in the head, that's for sure."

"You got that right." Dean muttered.

"Thank you, officer," Sam said. "All right, so what the hell are we going to do now?" He and Dean started to walk back to the car.

"Find some way to kill the thing. We're going to end this."

"Dean, we say that every time we get close to killing the Demon, but we never actually go through with it."

"I mean it this time, Sam. We can't let it drag on like this."

A/N: I know you're all going to hate me for leaving you hanging with the whole Alyx and Oliver situation, but I promise you'll find out about that next chapter!

P.S.—honestly, who cried during part 1 of the season finale? I totally did…