Hey, I figured that last chapter would get you all talking and I was right. Just remember that my summary states this is not a deathfic. No matter what happens between now and the end, THIS IS NOT A DEATHFIC! So, here is the next chapter.

Cindy.

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Gordon Walker worked feverishly to loosen the chain that held him prisoner from where it was moored into the concrete foundation of the shack he was housed in. The bolt that had been driven deep into the concrete was steadily loosening as he worked it side to side, up and down. Gordon hadn't figured out what he would do once he had his ankle free, his only thought right now was to get free. The only viable opening into the shack was the door, as the windows were barely large enough to let in any light, let alone the fresh air that they had been left open for.

The only weapon Gordon had at his disposal was the chain that held him, but he was loathe to use it on a fellow hunter unless it was absolutely necessary. He would use it though if it was the only way to get free and kill the evil that was Sam Winchester. The other hunters would thank him once they realized how they had been duped. Dean would even thank him once he came to understand what a leech his brother was.

Gordon continued to work at the bolt until he heard a slight commotion outside the door to his prison. He shuffled as near the door as possible and listened intently to the rushed conversation.

"What's going on?" said the first man's voice.

"Isaral is calling a meeting in the mess," came another man's voice.

"Why?" .

"Don't know but it sounds like things may be going down soon.".

"Are you sure? Is Sam ready?" asked a woman's voice.

"If it's what I think it is, he'll have to be. Come on, let's get over there."

"What about Walker?" asked the woman.

"He ain't going anywhere. Hurry up."

Gordon listened as three sets of footsteps led away from the shed. He smiled to himself, not believing his luck. He shuffled back to the wall and began to work diligently at the bolt, no longer worried about making noise. He was certain that soon he would be free. Gordon pulled and jerked and shimmied the bolt and after about thirty minutes was rewarded when the bolt pulled free from the concrete, sending Gordon flailing backward and nearly landing on his backside on the floor.

Gordon walked to the door and placed his ear against it. He listened carefully but heard nothing from the other side. He began to work on the lock, testing to see how strong the door and doorjamb were. He was almost giddy when he discovered how weak the wood had become and began to jerk the knob, hoping to break the wood around it, or at least loosen it enough to disengage the lock. Gordon tensed when he heard voices approaching but relaxed as they moved away. He gave the knob one more good jerk and the lock suddenly gave way.

Gordon slowly opened the door and peered outside. It was starting to get dark and Gordon figured it was probably around 7:00 PM. He jerked back into the shack when he saw two men walking toward him. He closed the door, hoping they wouldn't notice the broken lock. Gordon hurried to his mat and quickly pushed the bolt back into the wall. He settled against the wall, knees pulled up and arms wrapped around them. He looked up when he heard a small window by the door being pulled open from the outside. A beam of light shone through the window and fell on Gordon's face.

"How you holding up in there Walker?" a voice called from outside the window.

Gordon held up a finger then smiled. Laughter erupted from outside and then the window was closed. Gordon waited patiently then a few minutes later he stood and walked to the window, peering out into the dark night. One man stood guard several feet away, his back turned to the door, his attention directed to the southeast corner of the complex. Gordon took this opportunity to carefully open the door. He knew from experience that the door would open soundlessly. He quietly stepped out the door, moving as slowly as possible so as to not allow the chain to clank.

As Gordon was about to step down from the small wooden walk, he tripped slightly, alerting the guard to his presense. The guard whirled around, his eyes wide with surprise. He was about Gordon's age but smaller and before he knew what was happening, Gordon was on him, driving him into the ground. The guard fought with all his might but he was no match for Gordon and within a few minutes the guard was out cold and Gordon had found the key to his cuff and had removed the cuff from his ankle. He grabbed up the guard's gun and sprinted off into the direction the guards attention had been riveted to.

Gordon sensed something big was going down tonight and he knew he had to kill Sam before he had a chance to show his true self and bring death to all of the hunters whom had gathered under his false pretenses. If that happened then Sam would be free to lead the demon army and the world as Gordon knew it would cease to exist. Gordon would not allow that to happen. He would bring down the traitor in front of everyone and once they realized what would have happened, Gordon would be hailed as a hero.

Gordon smiled smugly to himself and disappeared under the cover of the night.

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Sam confidently strolled into the mess hall where some fifty odd hunters had gathered, waiting to hear what he had to say. Bobby, Dean, the Troy brothers and Joel Masters were all seated at the front table talking quietly amongst themselves. Isaral stood silently at the end of the table, turning to look at Sam as he entered the building. The din of many voices was silenced the second Sam appeared and all eyes were turned in his direction. Dean stood and met Sam as he approached the table.

"What's going on Sammy?" Dean whispered as he glanced around the room.

"We have to do the summoning tonight. Azazel has sent his army out over the world. At midnight they begin their attacks," Sam answered quietly.

Dean's eyes widened as he listened to Sam's explanation. The war was upon them? Was Sam ready? Was he ready? Dean still had this nagging feeling that something wasn't quite right with his brother. He had planned to talk to him but now there is no time.

"Sam? Are you ready? Have you had enough time to prepare?" Dean asked worriedly.

"I have to be ready Dean. I have no choice but to be," Sam replied.

"But Sam..." Dean started, stopping when Sam raised his hand in front of him.

"Dean, I know. It has to be tonight. I...I have to..."

Sam turned to face the assembled hunters, unable to look at his brother's concerned face any longer. He held his hands out trying to quiet the din of voices that had started up again.

"Everybody, please. Can I have your attention," Sam shouted over the voices.

Once the room was silent and all eyes were upon him, Sam began to speak.

"We don't have a lot of time, so please listen carefully. Isaral has informed me that Azazel has sent his army of demons out over the world. They are preparing to attack at midnight tonight..." Sam started, the voices beginning again, this time urgent and fearful.

"Please...everyone!" Sam shouted. Once there was silence again, he continued.

"I must do the summoning tonight. I must destroy Azazel and his army before midnight and I need each and everyone of you to do that. Once I summon Azazel, he will bring one thousand of his top followers. The others will remain spread out over the globe, waiting for the stroke of midnight to attack," Sam explained to the silent assembly.

"How can we fight a thousand demons? There's barely over fifty of us," a voice spoke up from near the back of the room.

Sam, recognizing the voice answered. "You won't be physically fighting Steven."

"What do you mean? Why are we here if we won't be fighting?" another voice queried.

Isaral stepped forward, his melodious voice filling the room. "Samuel will face the army on the field alone. You all will be here within the protective barrier of the compound..."

"Hold up! Just wait a damn minute," Dean's voice bellowed from behind Sam and Isaral. Sam turned to face his brother as Dean continued. "What do you mean Sam will face the army alone? I got news for you buddy...that ain't happening!"

"Dean...it has to be this way," Sam said calmly, his eyes locked with his brother's.

"No way Sam...you won't stand a chance!" Dean cried.

"Azazel and his demons will not be able to touch Samuel," Isaral explained.

"Dean, this is what I have been training for. Isaral has prepared me. I'll be fine," Sam implored.

"So...how do you kill the demons? And what about all of the one's who aren't here?" Dean asked, the hard look not leaving his eyes, but his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Once Azazel and his top one thousand are here, Samuel will begin the ritual. He will let loose a wave of power that will seek out all of Azazel's followers and they will all be destroyed, Azazel included," Isaral explained.

"Just Azazel's demons?" a voice queried.

"Yes, just Azazel's army," Sam answered.

"How? I mean, what makes the power kill only Azazel and his army?" the voice asked.

"When a demon would join Azazel, that demon was marked. The wave that Samuel sends out will seek out that mark and destroy every demon that bares it," Isaral answered.

"But what is our role? Why are we here if we are just going to be on the sidelines?" Tara spoke up from her seat.

"Although you will not be physically fighting, you are all to play a major role in all of this. Samuel has his powers, but they are not enough on their own. He will draw from the inner strength of each of you and combine that with his power. With these combined strengths, the demon's will be destroyed."

"So, he's going to take our strength from us?" said another voice.

"No...you will barely notice. You may feel a slight tugging in your abdomen, but you won't feel weakened in any way," Sam answered.

"And what happens to you Sam? What does all of this mean for you?" Dean asked, stepping up to face Sam with worried eyes.

"It'll take a lot out of me, but it will be worth it. The demon threat will be gone," Sam answered warily.

"And you'll be okay? Afterwards, you'll be okay?" Dean queried, his gaze intense.

"I'll be fine Dean."

"There's something you're holding back Sam. I can tell there's more to this," Dean accused.

"There's nothing else Dean. I may be very tired for awhile, but nothing more," Sam said quietly.

"Sam...please. I need to know that you are gonna walk away from this," Dean pled, his eyes shining.

"I'll be fine Dean," Sam answered, his eyes never leaving Dean's.

Dean finally nodded before speaking again. "When do we do this?"

"As soon as possible," Sam said, turning back to the other hunters. "Is there anymore questions before we begin this?"

"How is the strength of only fifty odd hunters going to be enough to kill an army of thousands?" Joel asked.

"The inner strength that each of you holds is more than enough to destroy the army. Wielded correctly and with true and pure intent, the demons will fall. Sam is the chosen one, the one with true and pure intent," Isaral answered.

"Everyone is to meet at the southeast corner of the compound in one half hour. I will do the summoning and within an hour, this will all be over," Sam said, then he moved to the door, Dean close behind.

Bobby and the Troy brothers followed right after. Isaral remained, leaving after all of the other hunters had dispersed. He walked out into the moonlight and lifted his eyes to the heavens. He prayed to the Father to give Sam the strength to succeed in his endeavor. He also prayed to the Father to reward Sam for the sacrifice he would soon make.

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Sam walked with purpose toward the gathering of hunters, Dean close by his side. Bobby and the brothers trailed close behind, their worried eyes staring at the tall hunter in front of them. Suddenly, a shot rang out from the trees and Sam heard a whizzing noise as something shot past him just centimeters from his head. Dean tackled Sam to the ground, covering him with his body. Bobby and the brothers took up protective stances as the other hunters assembled stared in shock as Gordon Walker emerged from the trees, the gun he had stolen held steadily out in front of him.

"Sam Winchester, tonight you die," Gordon shouted as he continued to approach the small group.

Sam pushed Dean from him and stood, Dean quickly jumping up and joining Bobby and the brothers to stand in front of Sam, forming a human barrier between the young hunter and his would be assassin.

"Why do you protect him? He will turn against all of you and you will be destroyed!" Gordon cried, his gun still aimed at Sam, but unable to get a clear shot.

"You're wrong Gordon. I am here to destroy the demon army, not lead it," Sam answered, his voice strong and unafraid.

"You lie Winchester!"

"Gordon, put the gun down! There are at least four guns pointed at you. You will never make it out of here alive!" Dean shouted, his gun steadied at the crazed hunter.

"As long as Sam goes with me, I'm okay with that!" Gordon yelled as his finger squeezed the trigger of his gun.

A shot rang out and Dean screamed, but it wasn't Sam who fell. Dean looked toward the trees in shock, his heart hammering in his chest. Gordon lay writhing on the ground, his left hand clutching his right upper arm. Tara Stanton approached Gordon, her gun barrel still smoking. She kicked Gordon's dropped gun away and stood above the downed hunter, her pistol pointed at his head.

"Tara...no! Don't..." Sam cried from his position behind Dean.

Tara turned her eyes on Sam, tears beginning to fall when Sam smiled. She nodded then turned her back and walked away from Gordon. Jakota and Bryan raced to the fallen man and roughly pulled him up from the ground. Dean approached him, Sam trailing behind. Without warning, Dean buried his fist in Gordon's stomach, a loud whoosh sound escaping from Gordon's lips.

"Dean...stop. Just...please. We need to do the summoning," Sam said urgently.

"If y-you listen...to him...you all...will die," Gordon cried out between gasps.

"Will somebody shut him up!" Dean spat before turning and nudging Sam ahead of him.

Bryan reached his hand up and squeezed Gordon's right arm painfully. Gordon cried out then deflated between the brothers. They dragged him forward, his feet sluggishly trying to stay beneath him. Other hunters glared at him as he passed but his eyes remained glued on Sam. When the brothers came to the front of the group, Sam was already setting up for the summoning ritual. Isaral stood beside Sam, talking quietly as Sam set candles on the ground around a small mound of dirt. The mound was approximately twenty five yards from the salt perimeter of the compound. Dean stood anxiously at the edge of the perimeter, his eyes locked on Sam. Sam bent down and lit the candles. He stood on the mound then turned his eyes to Dean.

Sam left the mound and walked quickly back to where his brother stood. He stopped in front of Dean, placing his hands on Dean's shoulders. He smiled warmly and squeezed Dean gently.

"Don't worry. It'll all be over soon," Sam whispered comfortingly.

Dean nodded and as Sam turned away, Dean grabbed him and pulled him into a strong embrace. "Don't you leave me little brother," he whispered softly into Sam's ear before pulling away.

Sam smiled once again then turned and walked back to the mound. He stood in the center then started the summoning incantation.

"nos dico totus of abyssus ever to quisnam pugna in Azazels bellum exhibeo themselves super nostrum agri of pugna ut capimus sursum telum obvium vos quod ban vos forever ex is terra"

Once Sam finished the incantation, Isaral walked back to the compound, coming to stand next to Dean. The assembled hunters stood, nervously watching Sam as he waited on the mound. Dean shuffled from foot to foot, his hands shaking at his sides. Bobby placed his hand on Dean's shoulder, lending his strength and support.

All eyes looked skyward as the sky began to roil. Clouds glowing a deep red rolled overhead, blocking the stars and a low rumble filled the air. Black wisps, pulsating and humming with hidden energy whipped out of the clouds and shot straight to the compound, stopping and shooting away when they hit the invisible barrier. The black wisps, demons, swirled around Sam as he stood his ground.

Dean moved forward, his need to protect his brother overwhelming him. Bobby's strong grip on his shoulder and Isaral's soft voice stopped him. "They cannot touch Samuel. He has erected a barrier around himself," Isaral explained.

All eyes froze on the scene in front of them when a man stepped from the black wisps and approached Sam. His eyes glowed yellow, his smile more a sneer. The hunters saw something in his eyes that he tried to hide. Something akin to fear.

The man glared at Sam, the young hunter standing tall and strong. When the man spoke, his words carried over to the hunters and they could hear the anger and fear in his tone.

"What are you doing Samuel?"

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That's it for now. The next chapter, the shit really hits the fan! Thanks for reading and please let me know what you think.

Cindy.