"Oh, come on you guys", said Zilla with a sigh. "Let's have a talk. Maybe a little fight! Sam, aren't you mad at Dean that he left alone, even though he knew it would be dangerous?"

Sam raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What? No, I mean... I didn't even think about that, so, no."

Zilla sighed, shaking her head. "Good. Okay then. Dean, aren't you mad at little Sammy, because he followed you and got in danger?"

A smirk appeared on Dean's face. "I would have done the same thing, so... Nope, not really."

The woman with the long black hair threw her head into her neck. "Booooring! Both of you, boring! Let me think... Yeah, what about this Castiel fella? You seem mad, Dean."

Sam could see, how his brother fought with himself.

"I am", he spit out and Sam sighed in annoyance. "Anything you want to tell me, little brother?"

Sam turned to him, wearing his best bitch-face. "It wasn't his fault. I wanted to come alone. I came alone, that's it. Let it be."

Dean's anger seemed to grow. "Excuse me? How long has it been? 4 months? You prayed to him for 4 months and what happened? Nothing. And now he just comes down to earth, only to get you into danger! I can't believe we ever trusted him!"

"He explained that to me, Dean! And don't get jealous because your best friend came to me and not to you!"

Sam heard Zilla giggle, but he was too much into the fight with his brother.

Dean snapped: "Jealous?! I don't give a damn about this stupid angel! He just should have taken better care of you! Why are you defending him anyways?"

"Because he's my friend, Dean! I've always trusted him. And he always trusted us!"

Angry, Dean kicked his own chair. "You know what?! If we get out alive, you can gladly take your little angel friend and go wherever the fuck you want!"

Sam's anger rose every second. "Why, thank you for that blessing! I'd gladly do that!"

Then there was silence. Zilla stood up, as she clapped into her hands. "That was beautiful, thank you! Now, I'm going to take care of your angel friend, while you two can keep talking about how great family is. Thanks for telling me about the angel though." And with that she left.

Sam made sure, that she was gone, then he turned to his brother. "I'm sorry."

Dean sighed. "Yeah, me too. I didn't mean that, you know. I just hope Cas is smarter than that bitch."

Sam nodded carefully. "Yeah..."

Sam woke up, as he felt something moving. He looked up and saw, that he has been sleeping with his head on Dean's bed, whose owner now sat upright in it, staring down at his little brother.

"Sam", he whispered, coughing a little.

The young Winchester almost jumped. "Oh my god! You're okay, Dean?"

Dean nodded carefully, as he raised his hand to his head. "Yeah, just a slight headache. What happened?"

Sam started to explain everything. From the moment they examined the car, till the moment they were lying in the ambulance.

The older Winchester just stared at his brother's arm, almost, as if he was the one in pain. "This is my fault. I'm sorry, Sammy."

Confused, Sam jumped on the bed, next to his brother. "You're kidding, right? You saved my life! I'd be dead if it wasn't for you!"

Dean smiled slightly. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess you're right." He lay an arm around his little brother. "I am just glad, that we're both alive. So, Dad has been gone the whole night, you say?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah. I hope everything's okay."

Dean smiled a little. "We're talking about Dad. Of course he's okay."

Again, a smile was seen on Sam's face, as he leaned a little against his brother. "You scared me, Dean."

"I did?", Dean asked, looking at his brother with a sad look. "I'm sorry, Sam. But it's okay now. You're save... We're save."

The brown haired boy nodded again. "I don't like the family business, Dean. I don't like this job."

"I know, Sammy." Sam felt something watery falling into his neck. "I know."

It took Zilla several minutes to come back, but she didn't look very happy, so Sam assumed, that Cas has been able to escape. "You're being so quiet, my dears."

Dean rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything.

But he should. Because Sam had an idea. The one idea that would save his older brother. One that would kill him, but let Dean out alive. Of course he wouldn't like it. That's why he had to be faster. He would do the right thing. He had to.

"Sam", Zilla said, while sitting down on her chair again. "Your little angel is an idiot."

It took Sam some willpower not to yell at her, but he needed her to come to him, to hurt him even. So he hoped Dean would start to yell.

He didn't. Of course he didn't. It was about Sam.

"Yeah, I agree", was the only thing he said and Zilla smiled a little.

"Good boy." A giggle was heard. "Maybe I could let you go and just kill your brother, but… You would hunt me down for that, wouldn't you?"

Dean nodded, a smirk on his face. "Yeah, I would. And I would torture you for that."

Zilla grinned. "Yeah, you would. Sammy, how about a little cut?"

"Oh, come on!" Dean threw his head into his neck. "Are you being serious?"

She came closer, while Sam made himself ready. When she was close enough, Sam freed his hands and attacked her. It happened fast: he took the knife to make a cut into her wrist. Quickly, he took a small jar out of his jacket and caught as much blood as possible. Unnoticed, he slipped it back into his jacket.

"Ohhh, you did not just do that!" Zilla grabbed him and threw him at the chair. "Now you both will feel pain!"

Dean looked at his brother – was that fright on his face? He looked at the demons wrists and then back at Sam, his lips forming questioning words. Seconds late he screamed as loud as possible, because Zilla's knife was rammed into his leg.

Sam listened, shutting his eyes and forming his plan. This would end soon. He would save his brother. Just this once. Just this once, his brother will live and he will die.