AN: Okay so with my other story Sammy's No More somehow I think I should take it down or change it...sorry that it sucked and I hope that this will make up for it. No one dies....I promise!

Role Reversal – The Truth

Previously: Sam stumbled back as a fanfare was called further back the way they came. "We must go now!" Castiel yelled over the din. Sam clutching his head nodded as they ran back away from the noise only stopping when they could run no further. "C'mon," Castiel said as he tapped Sam's forehead again.

Sam woke up in something that looked like a castle, Castiel appeared behind him. He held up a palm and silenced Sam. "I can't transport too often or we'll be trapped. Hell is no places for angels…I gave Dean that mark because I pulled with all my strength to get him out."

Remembering the mark left on Dean's body Sam watched, he scanned the walls he needed just a tiny little miniscule detail as to why he was here in the first place. Castiel started walking, "You are going to see what will happen once the Apocalypse comes and goes. You will see what happens to you and Dean, you'll see what will become of your beloved Ruby." He said her name with particular venom, Ruby was not supposed to meddle with the Winchester, especially because she was the one who was going to create their demise.

"See there?" Castiel pointed into a crack of the wall. Sam pressed his eye and saw a courtyard. Hellhound stood on either side of what looked like thrones, masses of black clouds swirling around just above the ground like a mist of fine powder. Suddenly a brunette came into Sam's line of vision. Ruby. On top of her head was a crown made of bones and thorns intertwined with each other. She held her hand out beckoning for the man in the corner…

Sam shifted uncomfortable as the man came out of the shadows with his back facing the wall. He put his hand forward bowing his head down slightly to kiss Ruby's hand. She smiled at him before they ascended the steps leading up to the throne. He was tall, broad shouldered and had a proud stance.

Pausing, Ruby stepped forward and whispered something into his ear. He laughed kissing her again before she sat down, spreading her dark red dress smoothly around her. The man kept his gaze on her a bit longer before turning around. Castiel's sharp intake of breath caused Sam to jump. Castiel crouched down to Sam's level as he motioned to the wall. Before Sam's eyes met the crack a voice resounded. "Bring the prisoner here!" the man barked. There was a slight scuffle which blocked Sam's view, of what seemed to be the King. The crowds broke apart as a tall man in iron bonds was forced to drop to his knees. The king stood up, addressing the crowds and to the man on his left. "Alistair, how are we doing today?"

The man named Alistair stepped forward, bowing towards the King. "Fine, I am enjoying myself and I thank you for the gift." He grinned as he turned to face the man in chains. The King grinned and stepped down. Sam's eyes widened, frantically turning his head back and forth between the King and Castiel. He felt the world crumble beneath him as he saw the King and the prisoner.

They stood so they were face to face, faces inches apart, side on, Sam saw their profiles. The prisoner was on the right, raw flash marks like claws, were inserted into his skin. His hair was sweaty and long like it hadn't been cut for ages. His ankles were bound with chains, and mouth gagged with rope. Blood dripped down the prisoner's leg from the deep gash above his left knee. The bone was jutting out as Sam saw it flash white in the light Hell had to offer.

The King smiled and knelt in front of the prisoner. His eyes seemed warm enough but even when the smile reached his eyes, it didn't matter. Sam saw dark, black eyes with bright yellow flecks that had nothing but mirth and emptiness of a man with no soul. Sam whispered something turning to look at Castiel whose eyes had glazed over as tears formed.

The King spoke. "So how are you dear brother?" He removed the prisoners gag. "Are you having fun?"

"Bite me!" the prisoner whispered back.

"No need Sammy boy," Dean said as the hellhounds bounded forward to tear Sam apart.

Sam could watch no more. Involuntarily he threw up, hearing the screams ringing in his ears Hearing Sam, himself being torn apart by a pack of dogs as his big brother, his hero, watched in merriment. Him, being the one who actually gave the order.

Ignoring the sensations welling up in his chest, he found his voice rasping out, "Why?"

"Because…" Castiel struggled to find the right words. "That's exactly what you did to him."

AN: So I hope you liked this...Please rteivew and if you don't like something let me know so I can change it ok? Luv Scare

Part of the next chapter:

'I can't, he is too far gone.'

'Too far gone?'

'Watch his eyes.'