Okay guys, here is the next chapter. I hope you have your tissues handy 'cause I think you're gonna need them. Below is an excerpt from the song that the title of the story comes from. I think it is quite appropriate. Enjoy.

Cindy.

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All your life you've been waiting for your chance
Where you fit into the plan
But you're the master of your own destiny
So give and take the best that you can

Fight the Good Fight every moment
Every minute, every day
Fight the Good Fight every moment
Make it worth the price you pay

(excerpt from Fight the Good Fight by Triumph)

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"What are you doing Samuel?" Azazel hissed, anger and a hint of fear in his tone.

"Putting out the trash," Sam answered sharply.

"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy...do you seriously believe you and your little slumber party over there can defeat me?" Azazel smirked mirthlessly.

"We will defeat you," Sam said confidently.

"My numbers are in the thousands. Your pathetic little army doesn't stand a chance against me," Azazel hissed.

"We will defeat you and your army and not one of those soldiers and not one innocent will lose their life," Sam promised.

"Your confidence is admirable but misplaced Sammy. I am rather impressed with how you have come into your abilities. It makes you more ready to lead my army. You cannot win against me Sammy. Now, I already grow tired of this little game," Azazel spat.

Azazel cocked his head, a sneer curling his lip. Sam suddenly grabbed his head and dropped to his knees, a pain filled scream tearing from his lips. Within the perimeter of the compound the hunters watched as their leader was driven to his knees, blood pouring from his nose like Niagra Falls. Dean surged forward and would have been across the salt line if it hadn't been for Bobby's firm grip on his shoulder.

"Dean...you won't make it two feet before the demons are on you," Bobby said urgently.

"I thought Azazel couldn't touch him! What the hell Isaral!?" Dean shouted, his eyes locked on his struggling brother.

"Trust your brother Dean. He is stronger than you think. Stronger than Azazel thinks," Isaral said softly.

"Son of a bitch! SAM!!!!" Dean cried as he tried to break not only Bobby's hold, but now Jakota's and Bryan's also.

The gathered hunters watched helplessly as Sam screamed and trembled violently, but gasped in disbelief, Gordon Walker included, as Sam struggled to his feet before forcing his body to stand straight and tall. Even Azazel took a shocked step back as Sam fought his invisible hold. Sam steadied his trembling body and leveled his gaze on Azazel.

"Give up Sammy. Join me and your pain will end. I will even spare your pathetic brother and friends," Azazel stated flatly.

"Why would...I join...the losing...team?" Sam queried shakily.

Azazel stared in shock as Sam broke free from his hold, his eyes closing in concentration. The hunters gathered in the compound looked to each other in wonder as they each felt a gentle tug at their abdomens. The hair on their arms stood on end as an electric charge filled the air, the atmosphere crackling with energy. The hunters all turned their attention to Sam as his body tensed and then began to shake. His arms rose from his sides to shoulder level, his fingers clenched into tight fists. A soft glow began to emanate from Sam's body and his head fell back, his face turned skyward.

Azazel backed away, his yellow eyes wide with shock. His mouth moved to speak but no words came. The demons that had restlessly been flitting about in the air around Sam now shot erratically overhead, seemingly unable to leave their leader. The soft glow that surrounded Sam suddenly burst outwards, turning a brilliant blue. This created a shock wave that washed over the hunters who watched mesmerized as the wave failed to affect them, but had a dramatic effect on the black wisps that looked to be desperately trying to escape. The demon's whipped aimlessly across the sky when suddenly they all imploded with synchronicity in bright synapses of crackling lightning. The hunters shielded their eyes as one thousand demons went out in a brilliant flash of light.

Azazel stood in stunned silence when abruptly his body began to shake violently. He dropped to his knees, an unearthly scream tearing through the night. Bright yellow flames shot from his eyes and mouth as he collapsed to the ground, his body writhing before a loud explosion marked the moment that Azazel was destroyed. A thick cloud of smoke filled the air, invading the nostrils of the hunters with a hint of ozone and sulfur.

There was no sound as the hunters unshielded their eyes and stared wide eyed at the expanse before them that only moments ago had been teeming with black demon smoke. Now all that remained was the dwindling smoke, the result of the demon army's destruction. The hunters began to move forward, tentatively stepping over the salt line and venturing out onto the field of victory.

Dean looked for only one thing through the cloud of smoke that hung in the air. He could not pick up any sign of movement through the haze and anxiously started forward, hoping to see Sam emerge through the cloud. The smoke suddenly cleared and Dean, Bobby right behind him, stood stock still as he looked upon the spot where Sam had made his stand against Azazel and his army. Dean's heart nearly stopped and he bolted forward, terror in his voice as he screamed his brother's name.

"SAM!!!!!!"

Dean dropped to his knees beside the still form of his brother, his hands immediately reaching out to roll Sam from his side and onto his back. Sam's eyes stared unblinking and unseeing up to the heavens. His face was sickingly pale, his lips nearly colorless. Bobby stood above Dean as Jakota and Bryan stepped up behind him. Dean placed two fingers to the pulse point on Sam's neck, crying out when there was only stillness to be found.

"Nononononono..." Dean chanted, dropping his ear to Sam's chest as tears flowed down his cheeks.

Dean looked up, desperation in his eyes as Maggie dropped down on the other side of Sam. Maggie placed her ear above Sam's mouth, frowning when no breaths were heard. She grasped Sam's wrist to check for a pulse, noting how Sam's skin was cool to the touch. She watched sadly as Dean took Sam's face in his hands, trying desperately to force Sam's blank eyes to look at him. Maggie choked back a sob as Dean began to perform CPR, pressing frantically on Sam's chest before moving to breathe into his mouth.

Dean moved to Sam's chest again, his eyes raising to Maggie, sorrow aging his face. "Maggie, please..."

Maggie moved to breathe for Sam, working with Dean to try and resusitate the young hunter even though she knew he was already gone. The other hunters formed a circle around their fallen leader, praying that he would take a breath. Praying that his eyes would blink and once again be filled with warmth. Dean and Maggie worked diligently for ten minutes to revive Sam, but it was clear to everyone but Dean that Sam was gone.

Maggie leaned back, crying as Dean continued to pump Sam's chest, desperate to get his heart beating. Dean's gaze shot to Maggie as she sat back, not making a move to continue the mouth to mouth.

"Maggie...why are you stopping?" Dean cried as he moved to breathe for his brother.

Maggie placed her hand gently on Dean's shoulder, her tears falling unabashedly. "Dean, I'm so sorry. Sam's gone sweetie."

Dean jerked up in anger, his eyes on fire. "No! He's not dead! He promised me! He promised he'd be okay. He promised me Maggie."

"I know Dean. I know and I'm so sorry. It was just too much for him. He..."

"Where's Isaral!? Where is he!" Dean cried, his eyes searching the crowd around him.

Isaral stepped through the throng of hunters, his sad eyes gazing down at the brothers. He kneeled gracefully and placed his hand on Sam's forehead, smiling softly as he stared into Sam's frozen eyes.

"Save him Isaral, please?" Dean cried, his eyes pleading with the healer.

"I am sorry Dean. I cannot bring Samuel back. I am a healer. Samuel is already gone. He was gone before you even reached him," the messenger whispered apologetically.

"No! You did it before, please Isaral. He promised me. I can't lose him," Dean pled.

"It was the decision he made. I cannot change this outcome. Samuel sacrificed himself for you, for everyone," Isaral explained softly.

Dean stared at Isaral, his teary eyes filled with anguish and sorrow. He moved his gaze to Sam's face, his fingers reaching out to gently close Sam's eyes. His fingers lingered on Sam's face, moving to softly caress his cheek. Dean suddenly fell forward, his head falling to Sam's chest, arms tightly wrapping around his shoulders. He sobbed uncontrollably as he lifted his head to once again stare at his brother's face. He felt Bobby's hand rub circles on his back and heard the cries of other hunters as they stood over the brothers.

Dean leaned over his brother and gently kissed his cheek before softly resting his forehead against Sam's. He tensed suddenly when he heard a deep voice speak from the crowd.

"I'm sorry Dean. I was wrong about Sam."

Dean lifted his head and glared at the hated man, his eyes filling with rage. He pulled himself slowly away from Sam and rose purposefully. He stomped to where Gordon stood and slammed his fist into his face, the older man falling ungracefully back onto his ass with a grunt, blood spurting from his nose and newly split lip.

"Don't you ever speak his name again. You have no right to say his name. You had better get your ass out of here because if I see your fucking face again, I will kill you," Dean spat with unbridled fury and hate.

Dean turned and walked back to his brother, kneeling down and gently pushing his arm under Sam's shoulders then moving the other arm under his knees. He grunted as he lifted Sam's body from the ground, Bobby steadying him when he stumbled. Dean walked back toward the compound, his precious burden held protectively to his chest, Sam's head nestled at the crook of Dean's neck. The crowd of hunters parted to make way for the brothers, some with their heads bowed in respect, others crying openly.

When Dean reached Sam's quarters, Bobby opened the door and Dean carried Sam to his bed and gently laid him down, supporting his head and carefully resting it on his pillow. Dean fell onto the chair that Bobby pulled up for him and reached for Sam's hand, taking it between his own trembling ones. He rested his forehead on the hand he held, closing his eyes against the sorrow he felt. He didn't look up when the Troy brothers and Isaral entered the room. He listened as Bobby addressed the three men.

"Did Gordon get taken care of?" Bobby queried.

"Joel and Tara escorted him away from the compound. Tara gave him something to slow the bleeding from his arm. I guess she figured it would be what...what Sam would want," Jakota answered softly, lowering his eyes when Dean looked up at him.

Dean smiled sadly and nodded. "Yeah, he would insist on it."

"Are you okay Dean?" Bryan asked, stepping up to the bed and resting his hand on the older hunters shoulder.

"No. I don't think I'll ever be okay again," Dean answered, turning his red eyes to Isaral.

"Did Sam know he was going to die? Did he know that doing this would kill him?" Dean asked quietly, already knowing the answer.

"Yes. Samuel knew that by making the choice he did, he would lose his life," Isaral answered softly.

Jakota and Bryan looked at Isaral, shocked at what they had just heard. Bobby sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes falling on Sam's face.

"Oh kiddo, why didn't you tell us?" he whispered, his sorrow evident in his shaky voice.

"He wouldn't tell us. He knew we would try to talk him out of it. I can't believe he did this Bobby. I can't believe he lied to me," Dean said.

"I'm sorry Dean. I wish I could change this, I really do," Bobby whispered.

"What am I gonna do? Sammy's my life Bobby. What am I gonna do without him?" Dean cried, Sam's hand still clutched tightly to him.

"You're gonna grieve, and then you're gonna go on. Sam would want you to go on Dean," Bobby answered, knowing how impossible that would be for Dean.

"I don't know if I can Bobby. How do I live without him?" Dean whispered.

"One day at a time. You take it one day at a time."

The men looked up when a soft knock sounded on the door. Bobby stood and looked to the door before calling out for the person to come in. The door opened and the newcomer walked into the dimly lit room. Dean heard Bobby gasp and slowly pulled his eyes away from Sam's lax face, his eyes widening in shock at the figure that stood in the doorway. Dean stood and turned to the person, but never let loose of Sam's cooling hand. His heart nearly stopped when he heard the familiar voice speak.

"Dean."

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Okay, before you all go hating me and saying that I lied, I still stand by my assertion that this is NOT A DEATHFIC!!!! Please trust me! And, please let me know what you think. And, just 'cause I was so mean with this chappie, I will be posting chapter 14 tonight also.

Cindy.