Dean, Chuck, and "Jessica" were on the third floor when Dean's phone rang. "Hello."

"Hi, Dean, I understand you want to talk to me. My name is Cassandra."

"Hi. Did you give a girl named Becky a spell?"

"Yes."

"How do I reverse it?" Dean asked.

"Relight the herbs and say the spell backwards."

Dean rolled his eyes. That was so simple. If Sam had been here, he would have thought of that. "Thanks."

They headed back to the room and Dean reversed the spell. Jessica turned into Becky.

"What are you doing here?" she asked. "I was just about to have my wonderful weekend. It's going to be soooo much better than LARPing."

"If you turn yourself into Jessica, how would you have any memory of it when you turned back, you moron!" Dean yelled.

"Why are you so mad, Dean? Where's Sam." Dean was alright, but her Sammy was the reason she read the books.

"I don't know where Sam is. The yellow-eyed demon took him."

"Isn't he dead?" Becky asked, confused. She remembered that Dean had shot him with the Colt in All Hell Breaks Loose.

"Yes, but you changed everybody into what they were dressed up as. Becky, didn't you foresee the consequences?"

"No, I guess not. I just thought it would be fun to watch you guys hunt, with me on Sam's arm as Jessica."

"I'll deal with you later," Dean said and stormed out. It was kind of stupid. He had felt obligated to protect Jessica for Sam's sake, even though it wasn't Jessica. As for Becky, she would be lucky if he didn't kill her with his own two hands.

SSS

Sam had fallen asleep and woke up moaning. He checked his watch. He had been down here for 12 hours.

"Do you want some more blood, Sam?" Lucifer asked.

"No," Sam lied, afraid to say yes to anything the devil asked, in case that was some kind of loophole.

"Sam, Sam, Sam. Why are you lying? I can see you want it. Let me in and no demon will ever deny your needs. They will all live to serve you."

"You mean you," Sam said.

"But I will be inside you, so what's the difference. Come on, Sam. You know you want to say yes."

Suddenly the door flew open and Dean was standing there. Lucifer stood up. "Dean, how nice of you to join us."

"Who are you?" Dean asked.

"That's right. We've never been formally introduced. My name is Lucifer."

Dean was taken aback by that. He figured he was just some demon. He looked past the devil to Sam half sitting, half lying on the floor behind him. "What did you do to my brother?"

"I didn't do anything. Azazel did. You can rest assured that I punished him."

"Well, you won't mind if we leave then," Dean stated, taking a baby step towards Sam. He wished they had the Colt. Take care of this whole apocalypse thing right here, right now.

"Sorry, I'm afraid I can't let you take him anywhere. Of course, you're free to go any time you'd like."

Lucifer didn't want to alienate Sam by hurting Dean. Besides, the guy was no threat. It was well known he would never say yes to Michael and without doing that, he was just a mosquito. Annoying, but basically harmless.

"I'm not leaving my brother," Dean said.

Sam lifted his head at that. He couldn't believe that after all he had done, Dean would still choose to stay with him.

"Fine," Lucifer said and slammed the door shut once again. "Have a seat."

Dean went to sit next to Sam. "Not there," Lucifer instructed. He didn't want them side by side. They were more dangerous that way.

Dean ignored the devil and continued to lower himself next to Sam. Suddenly Sam started moaning. "Move and I'll make it stop."

Dean sighed and moved to the other side of the room.

Sam wanted to beg for more demon blood. But he couldn't do that in front of Dean. He wondered if the devil had known what a mistake he had made in letting Dean stay. On the other hand, even Dean's presence probably wouldn't keep him from begging for too long. Especially after the delirium and hallucinations started.

SSS

A few hours later

Dean was watching Sam sleep from across the room. His breathing was labored. Sam had fallen asleep soon after he had arrived. The devil refused to speak to him. Normally that would be fine. But he wanted to know what was wrong with Sam. He had his suspicion, but it would nice to know for sure.

Sam opened his eyes with relief. He knew the devil was here, but right now that was less terrifying than the dreams that he was having. He almost laughed at the absurdity of that. The real devil was less scary to him than imaginary monsters of the past.

"Morning, Sam. Ready to say yes?"

"No, Sam," Dean said. This is why he didn't want to leave Sam. He had to give Sam the strength to keep refusing the devil.

Lucifer just smiled. He knew it was only a matter of time. Yes, with Dean here it might take a few more hours, but what was that in the grand scheme of things?

Sam could barely hear them. He felt like he was underwater. That reminded him that he was thirsty, but he didn't imagine the devil would give him any water. The devil only wanted him drinking one thing.

"Sammy?" Dean said. It didn't look like Sam was even aware of what was going on.

Sam just wanted more blood. He didn't care how he got it. He just wanted it. He opened his mouth. He was going to say yes to Lucifer. But, just then, the door came crashing in.