"How do you know about that?" Sam asked. He figured all these fake characters should only have the knowledge from the books that were published, or at least up until the point when they died.

"When you were six months old I dripped demon blood into you and caused you to become a psychic, right?"

"Yeah," Sam answered, not knowing what that had to do with anything.

"Well, when I did that I also created a psychic connection with you. I could always read the minds of all of my psychic kids. That's the real reason I killed pretty little Jessica. Your father was closing in on me. I needed you to get back together with him so that I would know what he was doing. Now, I can tell that all the other Sam's upstairs have memories ending with Dean dying, but your memories go beyond that, so you must be the true Sammy. I must say I'm surprised by a lot of the events."

"Like what?" Sam asked.

"I was surprised that a demon was actually able to get you to drink her blood voluntarily. I knew the whole plan from the beginning, but I figured we would have to force feed you the blood. Like I'm going to do now."

"What?" Sam asked.

"Once you're high on demon blood and wanting more, you'll do anything to get it. Even let Lucifer in."

"That will never happen," Sam said. But, he wasn't so sure. He knew how desperate he got when he wanted a fix.

The yellow-eyed demon was cutting his arm.

"I'm not drinking that."

"Yes, you are!" The demon threw Sam back against the wall and pressed his arm to his mouth. Sam turned his head away, but the demon grabbed it and forced it down. He could read Sam's mind, thinking about how he had spit out the blood that was forced on him a few months ago. "Not going to happen this time." He covered Sam's mouth and nose and punched him in the gut. Sam had no choice but to swallow.

"I don't have enough to get you hooked. Stay here. I'll be back with some friends." With that, he disappeared.

Sam ran over to the door and tried to open it. It wouldn't budge.

SSS

"How do we reverse this?" Dean asked in frustration. "How would Becky even know to do something like this?"

"She must have gotten some information from the books, somehow," Chuck said.

"You mean this book?" Jessica asked, picking up a book from the bed.

"The Magnificent Seven," Chuck said, looking at it. He opened it to a dog-eared page towards the end and saw a phrase highlighted. "I think she got it from a hoodoo priestess in Shreveport," he said.

"Why do you think that?" Dean asked.

"She highlighted a phrase in this book when Sam said he wanted to go see a hoodoo priestess in Shreveport that Tamara had told him about."

Dean remembered that. They hadn't gone to see her because Dean hadn't wanted to mess with the deal in case it killed Sam. Because of that, he had no idea how to get in contact with this woman besides going down to Shreveport and looking for her.

"Why don't you call Bobby and see if he knows who she is or can find out from Tamara?" Chuck suggested.

"Chuck, you're not totally useless after all," Dean mumbled as he pulled out his phone.

"Bobby, it's Dean. Do you remember Tamara telling Sam about some hoodoo priestess in Shreveport?"

"Vaguely rings a bell. Why?" Bobby wondered what trouble those idjits had gotten themselves into this time.

"I need to talk to her. ASAP."

"I'll call Tamara and see if she can give me her name and number," Bobby said.

Dean hung up. "Bobby's on it. In the mean time, let's look for Sam. I don't want him with that yellow-eyed bastard for any longer than necessary." Dean didn't think it was a good idea to split up, so he decided they would start with the attic and work their way down.

SSS

Sam was still trying to get the door open when the yellow-eyed demon returned with ten other demons. "This ought to do it, don't you think, Sammy?"

Each one cut his arm and one at a time, they applied it to Sam's mouth. Soon, he had drunk the equivalent of a demon and a half. He closed his eyes. That was more than he had drunk before he killed Lillith. There was no coming back from this.

"How do you feel, Sammy?" the demon smirked as he bent down next to Sam.

"Leave me alone," he moaned.

"Sure, I need to make a call anyway." He knelt down and started drawing symbols on the floor so he could summon Lucifer.

"Hello, Sam," Lucifer said when he materialized.

"He's all full of demon blood. He should be cooperative now, Father," Azazel said.

"Did you have to force him to drink it?"

"Yes."

Lucifer flicked out his hand, and blew the demon up. "Nobody treats my favorite child that way and gets away with it."

"Does that mean you're going to leave me alone now?" Sam asked hopefully from the floor. He was starting to want more blood. He looked at one of the demons hungrily.

Lucifer sat down next to Sam and put his arm around his shoulders. Sam shuddered and backed away.

"You'll feel differently in a couple of hours, Sam. You'll be begging to say yes, so I can take away the withdrawal symptoms."

"Never," Sam said, but he wasn't very confident.