This is part 3 in the 'To Everything' series.

It's my idea of what happens to Sam as he turns demonic and becomes what everyone has been waiting for. Sure to be full of limp/angsty/hurt/evil Sam and worried/hurt/protective/awesome Dean. Bobby's there to as reinforcements as the battle of evil and the fight against it comes to fruition.

NOTE: I haven't been watching the show (gasp and shock) so if I get anything wrong, that's why. I'm getting info from wikipedia, other fanfic I read and episode guides online. Also, I'm going to ignore some things because I don't know enough about the events to get it right. So I'll allude to Dean's death...but nothing definitive and I'm going to ignore angels. I also might accidentally add someone that has been killed, because I didn't know they were dead. As for season, obviously later, like after the current one or something. Yeah, I guess it's kinda alternate verse or whatnot.

Still don't own Supernatural. Not suing would be appreciated. I have no money, I promise, so please just let me use the brilliant characters.

Sorry this is taking so long. I know where it ends, it's just taking longer than expected to get there – and I'm working on like a million other things and my focus is out the window for some reason. Sorry. I promise I will finish it though.

Thanks for reading and reviewing. The reviews keep me going, seriously.

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Dean looked down at the glowing dials of his watch again. Ruby was twenty seven minutes late and that worried him. Bobby sighed and folded his arms across his chest. Dean glanced over at him, but didn't say anything.

"We should call her." Bobby muttered.

"You'll incur her wrath if you do." He tried to joke because it's what he always did when there was nothing else he could do. "She'll be here."

"Just makes me nervous."

Dean let it go. He stood and paced a small lap in front of the fountain. His nerves were coiled tight and he wasn't waiting well. She was over a half hour late and that could only mean a few things, none of them were good. He caught Bobby's eyes on his way past, but he wasn't giving up any information.

There was the sound of something ricocheting off one of the trashcans. Dean turned to the sound, his hand on the handle of his gun. Bobby was on his feet just as fast. Ruby stepped from the shadows and Dean caught her just as he was aiming for the ground. He knelt down with her.

"Bobby, keep watch." He almost glanced up at him. "Ruby, what happened?"

She looked like she had been jumped. Her shirt was mussed. A bruise had started to shadow under her eye and her lip was swollen and still bleeding a little. She closed her eyes like she was in pain or trying to pull everything back together. Dean gave her the few moments she needed. He shifted her so she leaned against the fountain and then knelt at her side.

"Anything need stitches?"

She shook her head slightly.

"Anything broken?"

Ruby opened her eyes. "Let them think they kicked your ass more than they actually did."

"Well I'm not the one who needs to be convinced. What the hell happened?"

She pushed herself off the ground and away from Dean. Her usual composure and attitude was back as she straightened her shirt and hair. She carefully wiped some of the blood away from her lip with her finger.

"As fun as this midnight gathering is." Bobby glanced over at Dean and Ruby. "I think we should move this somewhere safer."

"Singer might have a point." Ruby shrugged.

The three walked to the Impala as quickly as they could without actually running. They drove back to the motel room. Salting the doors and windows took minutes with the three of them. Ruby muttered a few spells under her breath before she sat on the edge of the bed. Dean wet a washcloth and tossed it to her.

Dean sat across from her with his elbows rested on his knees. Bobby took a chair a few feet behind Dean. Bobby knew that his help was appreciated, but this was about Sam and he was a little out of the loop.

"What'd you learn?"

Ruby met his eyes. Whatever she was about to say, it wasn't good news. "Well, our little demon king is being trained by Damas. Which we guessed, but that's now confirmed. Damas is tough and thorough. The fact that Sam's still alive is helpful, but not particularly good. The longer he's alive the more he's corrupted and turned."

"He'll fight it." Dean stated like it was set-in-stone fact.

"When's the last time he called, Dean?" It was a low blow, but she was right. "Yeah, some part of him is probably fighting, but that part isn't winning right now."

His eyes were hard. "But it's still there."

She sighed wiped a little more blood away. "Yeah. That's actually something they were worried about. They thought he was too human, too inherently good. We can use that to our favor. I don't think anyone knows exactly who he will be when all of this fall into place."

"Where is he?"

"A warehouse, about a days drive from here, but apparently he's completed his training and he's moved. A final test, they called it." She stopped and looked away from Dean's eyes.

He spoke just above a whisper. "What was the test?"

She looked up again. "There were these kids, chosen like Sam was, but chosen by the other side. To use a bad 90's television reference, they were Touched By An Angel. He had to kill them."

"He wouldn't."

"He did. Damas confirmed it, he said Sam didn't even blink. They're on the move again."

Dean sat back a little. He swallowed and his eyes were far away as he was thinking about something.

He came back after a moment. "Then we better go confirm it." There was no other option.

Ruby nodded. "I know where the house is, already have the route planned." She reached forward and touched Dean's knee. "I hope they were wrong. Dean, if he's done all the things they're saying he has, I don't know how much there will be to save."

"Still gonna try."

"Well yeah, I just don't know who we'll get back." She took her hand from his knee.

He looked at her like he was seeing the injuries for the first time again. "So, what'd they do to you?"

She smiled grimly. "I owe a few more favors, have a few more years added on. I had to get their trust before I could learn anything. The phrase 'sold my soul' comes to mind, even though it's not possible." She shrugged. "It was worth it. I'm going to go clean up."

She walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. There was silence in the room, heavy and thick, until the shower started. Dean stood and went over to his bag. He pulled out a tee shirt and a pair of cotton pants that never would have fit Sam or Dean. He knocked on the bathroom door, opened it a crack and tossed them onto the counter. He returned to the edge of the bed and pondered the carpet.

Without looking up from the horrible blue carpet, Dean spoke. "We'll get him back, whatever is left, and it will be enough."

"I know." Bobby could think of at least seventeen things that would most likely go wrong with this plan, he knew Dean thought of them and about a million more.

"What do you think of her now?" His voice was low.

"Never thought you to be one who took much stock in what others thought."

Dean looked over. "Well?"

"I figure she cares about that boy much as we do."

Dean nodded and turned back to the carpet. "Just wanted to make sure we were on the same page."

"Always were, you just might have been a few paragraphs ahead of me. Guess I'm slow."

He managed a weak smile, which is what Bobby was aiming for. The shower stopped and silence took the room again. Ruby emerged a few minutes later in the clothes that Dean set out for her and ones she had been wearing in her arms. Her hair was wet and hung in pieces around her face. She folded her clothes on the dresser and sat on the edge of the bed. A few bruises were wrapped around her wrists and a thin knife wound ran up the inside of her arm. She looked exhausted and Dean knew she hadn't told them everything.

"Need me to bandage that?" Dean glanced over.

"Nope."

He sighed. "We should head out early tomorrow."

She nodded as Bobby pulled off his boots and belt. Ruby shoved some of the blankets off of her bed and slipped between the sheets. Dean grabbed a pillow and blanket from the bed, kicked off his own boots and stretched out on the floor. Before Bobby could say anything, Dean reached up and turned off the light.

Ruby's sarcasm broke the few moments of black silence. "Winchester, get your ass up here. I need you in top form tomorrow."

"I'm fine here."

"I can and will kick your ass, Winchester."

Dean sighed and tossed the pillow on the bed. He stretched out, a good six inches away from Ruby.

He took a breath. "Get any closer and I'll break your arm seven times before you even wake up."

"Same to you." She replied with a smirk. "Hey, Singer. One word of this, ever, and I can bet Winchester here will help me kick your ass."

"You're my friend, Bobby, but she's right."

Bobby sighed. "Didn't see or hear a thing."

Dean looked up at the ceiling in the dark. He wondered, like every night, where Sam was. At least he knew that his brother was still alive, that there was still something to be saved.

"Dean." Ruby's voice was so quiet that he hardly caught it. "We'll get him. Get some sleep, none of this will be easy."

He closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep, something that he didn't do too often. They had a plan; a patched together and sure to fail twenty times over plan, but it was something. It was enough.