Sorry, I went on a random road trip to Orlando and wrote these next chapters on the way here. Keep those reviews coming! I'd love to know what you want to see more of/less of!

Then: Sam and Dean see Lilith. Sam's about to face off with the evil little demon.

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Chapter 3

"You might as well drop the gun, Sham," Lilith lisped through a toothy grin. Sam didn't know if the body Lilith inhabited always possessed this lisp or if Lilith just thought it added to her twisted sense of adorability and villainy.

Either way, Sam shuddered at her voice like nails on chalkboard.

"Drop it!" she commanded, and Sam felt his hands submit to her demands. In his horror, he watched in slow motion his right hand that had so passionately embraced its weapon, let its grip loosen. Feeling like a marionette, Sam struggled to fight for control of but, still, his fingers willingly abandoned the gun and his entire right arm fell limp at his side. The gun laid impotent right at his feet, but Sam never felt further from it.

"You haven't been the only one sharpening your skills," Lilith said, skipping over to a nearby tree. The sun was setting and Sam watched as Lilith's shadow rested on a tire-swing that hung for her, ready to serve as a throne for its bright-eyed queen. "Ooh, how fun!" Lilith heaved herself onto the black tire, squeezing both legs through the opening and allowed her head to fall back casually to gaze at the sky.

"Come on, Sam," she called back to the standing hunter whose entire body now seemed poisoned, a spreading desire to please Lilith filling Sam's being. "Give me a push, will ya?"

It was all Sam could do to try to steal a glance at a dying Dean beneath him who no doubt watched in equal horror and awe. But Lilith wouldn't even give him that. Sam heard Dean curse in pain while he simultaneously felt his face wrench forward back onto the grim visage of a supposedly pure little girl, just waiting to be pushed.

"Nah-ah-ah" Lilith waved her pointer finger from side to side. "Not until you swing me!" Instantly, Sam felt the overwhelming compulsion to walk to her. Each step Sam took was entirely under Lilith's sick control.

"You….sick…evil…little - " Sam battled to say what was on his mind, finding even that task beyond him.

"Watch your mouth!" Lilith screamed in forced surprise. "My virgin ears can't handle that kind of talk, Sam!" She shot him another smile and fluttered her eyelashes in mockery. As quickly as she had blinked, her smile suddenly vanished.

"Now COME."

Sam found himself suddenly behind Lilith's small body, her legs dangling and swinging to an inner song.

"Doo doo doo, dee doo," Lilith sang. She rocked her head from side to side to a tune that she'd invented, her eyes widening in pure glee when a pair of hands gently touched her shoulders…and pushed.

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Dean's vision faded in and out of focus. His pulse had dropped significantly, his rapid blood loss not even allowing his heart rate to rise as he watched the unbelievable events before him. Was he hallucinating? Rolling onto his stomach, teeth gritting as he breathed the dirt in, Dean witnessed Lilith's game too clearly. Sure enough, the bitch was there. On a tire swing, no less. And his baby brother's hunched form towered over her not as a warrior, but with the posture of the defeated and the broken.

"Sammy, no," he whispered.

"Oh, Sammy, yes! Higher!" Lilith squeeled, turning her face to the hunter that pushed her. Catching a glimpse of the dying hunter that still lay glaring at them, Lilith indulged in the moment.

"Oh WOW! Look!" She pointed back to Dean. "He's lost a lot of blood now, hasn't he?" Once again, Sam's servile body acquiesced to Lilith's every command. Though he didn't want to, his vision locked onto the nightmarish vision that was now covered in blood across the grass, not twenty yards from him.

Sam fought back tears, which remained the only visible sign of his remorse since Lilith controlled every other part of him. As he looked on, Sam noticed a series of growing shadows circling Dean's body. Ominously, the shadows below testified to the darkness that would come from above. Mechanically, hungrily the vultures preyed, beady eyes locked onto a meal that came not from attack, but from patience and the ineffable belief that Death will give unto those that wait.

"Poor, Deanie," Lilith let her foot drop to stall her momentary ride. "He looks like he's in so much pain."

Sam felt his muscles tighten, awaiting one small misstep, one fatal mistake on Lilith's part where he could lash out and stab the bitch through her black little heart. He barely had control over his thoughts, his own images and words mixing with Lilith's. Please, please, no, Dean, he's my brother, god, bitch, kill you, serve you.

"I have an idea!" she yelped. Jumping from her tire swing, she began to skip towards Dean bloody body, stopping only to look back at Sam. "Well, silly billy, you need to come, too!"

Miles away, thunder clapped despite the clear skies and blisteringly hot sun. Lilith immediately drew her attention skyward. "Strange. Hmm. Oh well!" She continued towards Dean, kneeling right by his body and clapping her hands against her lap, signaling to Sam that she needed him like a master signals her dog.

"Here, boy! Come quick! And bring that gun!"

A new darkness crept behind Sam's eyes. His pulse quickened, while his stomach churned at the thought of what Lilith had in store. Again, thunder rolled in the distance that seemed to shake the earth beneath Lilith and the brothers.

With a sharp nod of her head, Lilith forced Dean onto his back with unseen hands. Dean fought to keep the mind-numbing pain away from his expression. He couldn't show weakness. Not to her.

"Listen, bitch, when I get a hold of you, I'm going to tear your tiny little head off and – " Dean said through clenched teeth, but his lips were immediately forced closed.

"Oh no, no, no, Deanie weenie," Lilith said, kneeling over Dean as if in prayer. "You'll be thanking me soon enough. Oh Saaaam?" she called to her new servant, musically and carefully.

Dean gripped his shoulder again, unaware of the hulking figure behind him.

Lilith peered up at her new pet's form, the sun behind him casting a piercing ray around Sam's body so that Dean could only see his silhouette. "Just put him out of his misery already."

The last Dean saw was a streak of lightning tear across the sky. The last he heard was the minute click of a gun preparing to roar, and all went into the black.

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