CHAPTER ELEVEN: SIC HIM, BOY

Sam was silent as he and Dean drove the rest of the way to New Harmony, Indiana. Dean had the music turned up, so Sam figured there was no need for words. Plus, he had a lot to think about. Ruby had gave him a way to get Dean out of his deal, and because of what she wanted him to do, he had refused. Now, if they didn't save Dean, he would blame himself. They were still about two hours out, and there was nothing but open road ahead of them. Lots of time for the younger Winchester to think. Plus, Ruby was going to meet them there, so if something went wrong, Sam could always change his mind, right?

Dean sighed, the fingers of his left hand tapping on the steering wheel in time with the music. Sam was being oddly quiet, which kind of made him uneasy. "Sammy," he started, his right hand moving over to lace their fingers together, "you okay?" Normally, he wouldn't be all about the lovey dovey, hand holding, but Sam was into that shit, so Dean did it to make him happy.

Sam gave Dean a small smile. "Yeah, Dean, I'm fine," Sam assured, him, squeezing his hand slightly. If Bobby wasn't driving behind them, he might have scooted closer and pressed his body against Dean so he could feel closer to him. But if Bobby found out about their relationship, if that's even what it was, Dean would be crushed, and it wouldn't ever happen again. Sure, Sam would be upset, too, but he would be more upset that Dean was cutting him off.

Sighing, he looked back out the window. "I'm just tired, I guess." Licking his lips, he turned his attention back to Dean. "We're going to get her, Dean," he assured his older brother, and himself. "I'm not going to let you die."

NEW HARMONY, INDIANA

Lilith was inside the house. And the bitch was possessing a little girl. The other resident's had to be scared out of their damn minds. Bobby was off blessing the water so they could make their entrance, leaving Sam and Dean alone to deal with as many demons as they could. Well, Dean would have liked it if they were alone, but Ruby had showed up, and she was 'helping' them. Yeah, he still wasn't sure if he trusted that bitch. Even if Sam did. While taking out the demons, they had to be quiet. No need to alert Lilith to their arrival before it was time.

Everything was going well. Bobby had managed to do his job, and they were now inside the house. Dean was tending to the father, letting him know everything was going to be okay as long as he was quiet, and Sam was upstairs, ready to take out the demon in question. The girl's mother was looking at him, tears in her eyes as she quietly urged him to do it. This wasn't her daughter, and she knew it. Just as Sam was about to bring the knife down to the girl's chest, Dean's hand wrapped around his wrist, stopping him.

"That's not Lilith," he explained, glad that he had gotten there in time. "She's not in her anymore." Dean and Sam looked at the little girl sadly as she cried and held on to her mother tightly.

Walking down the stairs of the small house where Lilith was taking her "vacation," Sam, Dean and Ruby were all on the lookout for Lilith now that she had vacated the little girl's body. Dean was taking the parents to the basement for safe keeping, giving Sam and Ruby a little time alone. And that was all Sam needed. Time with Ruby to ask her about her previous offer to help him save Dean.

"Okay, you win," he told her, causing her to turn and face him, confusion on her features. "What do I have to do?"

Confusion still clear on her features, and even more clear in her voice, Ruby asked, "What do you mean?"

"To save Dean," Sam elaborated, sounding desperate. "What do you need me to do?"

By this time, Dean had joined the two, and having heard Sam's words, he was pissed. Grabbing Sam's arm and attempting to turn him so they were facing each other, Dean asked, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Sam wasn't going to listen, though, Shrugging Dean off, he begged, "Just shut up for a second." Again, he turned his attention to Ruby. "Ruby?"

"You had your chance," Ruby stated, shaking her head slightly. "You can't just flip a switch. We needed time."

Shaking his head in response, Sam protested, "Well, there's gotta be something. There's gotta be some way. What-Whatever it is, I'll do it." Again, Dean grabbed Sam, attempting to turn him once again, but Sam again shrugged him off. "Don't Dean!" he protested, turning on his brother angrily. "I'm not gonna let you go to Hell, Dean!"

"Yes, you are!" Dean assured him, yelling to make sure he was making himself clear. In a softer voice, he repeated, "Yes, you are. I'm sorry. I mean, this is all my fault. I know that. But what you're doing, is not gonna save me. It's only gonna kill you."

Fighting back his tears, Sam asked, "Then what am I supposed to do?"

"Keep fighting," Dean answered. "Take care of my wheels." Fighting back his own tears, Dean continued, "Sammy, remember what Dad taught you. Okay?" Sam nodded, Dean mimicking his motions. "And remember what I taught you."

For a long moment, Sam and Dean just smile at each other as though they're saying goodbye. However, when the clock begins to toll, letting them know it's midnight, their attention is focused solely on that one thing as though it is Lucifer himself. Sam looks back at Dean, it becoming harder to fight back those damn tears, and they actually win the battle, falling down his cheeks, leaving wet stains in their wake. But Dean only smiles at him, like he is letting him know everything is going to be okay.

"I'm sorry, Dean," Ruby piped up, actually looking as though she cared. Shaking her head, she added, "I wouldn't wish this upon my worst enemy."

Off to the right, Dean heard the hellhounds howling and growling, ready to drag him to the pit. "Hellhound," he stated, letting Sam, who can't see it, know it's there.

"Where?" Sam asked, looking around the room, tears still falling down his face.

Dean smiles softly as he stares at his new worst enemy. "There."

As the hellhound begins barking and running after them, they all make a run for it, ending up in what seems to be the study. While Sam and Ruby hold the door closed, Dean drops to the floor, pouring goofa dust beside the door's entrance as the damn hellhound scratches and barks at the door in it's attempt to get in. When the noises stop, Dean quickly jumps to his feet, running to the window and dumping goofa dust on the sill, making sure it can't get in.

Turning to Sam, Ruby orders, "Give me the knife. Maybe I can fight it off."

"What?" Sam asks, confused.

"Come on!" Ruby orders, holding out her hand. "That dust won't last forever." Looking at Dean briefly, Sam begins to hand Ruby the knife.

"Wait!" Dean yelled, causing Sam to turn towards him.

"Do you wanna die?" Ruby asked, her voice dangerous, as if threatening him.

"Sam, that's not Ruby," Dean informs him. "It's not Ruby!" Sam turns, shocked as he brings the knife back, ready to stab the demon in front of him. However, she was fast, and she managed to thrust her arm forward, causing Sam to slam against the wall, the knife falling from his hands as he grunts in pain. Shortly after, she does the same thing in Dean's direction, pinning him to the table. "How long you been in her?" Dean asked, knowing now the demon was Lilith.

"Not long," Lilith answered, looking down at the new meat suit she was wearing. "But I like it. It's all grown up and pretty." When she looks back up at Dean, her eyes are totally white as opposed to the usual black eyes Ruby would have had.

"And where's Ruby?" Sam asked, looking at Lilith with his best bitch face.

"She was a very bad girl," Lilith answered, keeping her gaze on Dean. "So, I sent her far, far away." As she spoke the last words, she cocked her head to the right, her neck cracking with each word before she straightened her neck again.

"You know, I should've seen it before," Dean spoke, chuckling a little. "But, you all look the same to me."

Completely ignoring Dean's words, save for a glare, Lilith turned her attention to Sam. "Hello, Sam," she greeted, walking towards him as she cocked her head to the left. "I've wanted to meet you for a very long time." Gripping Sam's chin, she forced him to kiss her. "Your lips are soft."

When Ruby grabbed his chin, Sam knew what was coming, but he was powerless to stop it. His gaze locked with Dean's briefly, only to see the anger rising in his older brother. Quickly, he closed his eyes, figuring at least he could pretend Dean was the one who was kissing him.

Dean watched Lilith kiss Sam, hatred in his eyes. What the hell was that demon bitch thinking?! Sam was his. His Goddammit! And no one else was allowed to kiss him! Sam's lips were for Dean and only Dean! If he could have, he would have gotten off that damn desk and fucking kicked Lilith's ass just because she was looking at Sam, let alone fucking his mouth with her damn tongue. Fucking bitch.

Lifting his head, trying to get as far away from Lilith's lips as he could, Sam groaned, hating the fact that he had just been kissed by a damn demon. "All right, so you have me. Let my brother go."

"Silly goose," Lilith replied. "You want to bargain, you have to have something that I want. Tsk, tsk, tsk. You don't."

"So, is this your big plan, huh?' Dean asked, wanting to get her damn attention off his trapped brother. "Drag me to Hell, kill Sam, and then what? Become queen bitch?"

His plan worked. Lilith turned her attention to Dean, glaring once again. "I don't have to answer to puppy chow," she assured him, walking over to the closed door. "Sic him, boy," Ruby cooed, opening the door, wind whipping in as the hellhound charged Dean.

"No!" Dean yelled as the hound grabbed his leg, pulling him off the table and onto the floor. All the while, Lilith laughed her head off as Sam watched in horror, unable to do anything else since he was still pinned to the damn wall.

"No, stop," Sam begged, looking at Lilith. Hearing Dean screaming, his attention went back to his brother, seeing his pants rip where the hound was obviously tearing into his leg. Dean rolled onto his side as blood shot from his shoulder now, too, the hellhound really tearing him up. "Stop! Stop it! No!" Sam yelled, watching as his brother was ripped to shreds right before his eyes.

Dean rolled, now on his stomach as he tried to get away from the hounds brutal attacks. However, his plan didn't work very well, the hellhound tearing into his other shoulder, causing the bone to protrude through the skin as the thing went to work on Dean's back. Again, Dean rolled onto his back, still screaming in pain as he was being mauled. Finally, the hellhound tears into his chest, blood pouring out of his as he lifts his upper body slightly.

"No! Stop it! Stop it!" Sam yells at Lilith before turning his attention back to Dean. By now, Dean is sputtering, blood pooling on his chest where it continues to squirt out of his wounds, splattering all over his face. "No!" he yells when he realizes Dean is dead, but refuses to accept it.

"Yes," Lilith breaths, white light emanating from her palm and engulfing Sam in her attempt to kill the younger Winchester as well. However, when the plan doesn't work, Lilith gets scared, staring at Sam as though he is some sort of freak.

Sam had been crouched in the corner, covering himself with his arm as he waited for the pain to come. Only it never did. When the light was gone, he moved his arms, looking at Lilith. Realizing she was scared, he stood, walking closer to her. It was time for her to pay for what she had done.

"Back," Lilith ordered, her voice shaky as she thrust her hand forward. But Sam wasn't phased by it, and he just kept coming closer. "I said, back," she repeated, again thrusting her hand towards him, only to have her actions met with nothing.

Bending over, Sam picked up the knife he had dropped earlier. Pulling to his full height once again, knife in hand, Sam brought his arm back, ready for the kill. "I don't think so," he stated, about to bring his arm forward and kill Lilith. However, the second Lilith realized she was in real danger, she threw her head back, her mouth opening as a scream left her, black smoke leaving the woman's mouth. When all the smoke was gone, the woman fell limply to the floor right next to Dean's body.

Forgetting about everything else, Sam turns to Dean's lifeless form, walking over to it and kneeling on the ground. Slowly, he placed his hand under Dean's head, lifting him upwards slightly. "No. No," Sam cried, not releasing his hold on Dean. "Dean. Dean."