A/N: Warning... Basically this is the chapter where everything goes wrong. Don't worry though... Everything will be fine... eventually. Yeah welll... Enjoy!

Chapter 10

"Yeah sure you didn't... you're probably just lying to try and trick me. That's all you demons do, lie."

"I assure you that I'm not lying Sam."

Sherlock spoke up from behind Sam. "He's not lying Sam."

"Thank you Sherlock!" Moriarty said.

"So you really don't know where Deanna is?"

"Nope! Sorry Sammy."

"Don't call me that!" Sam snapped.

"I'll call you whatever I want to Sammy."

Moriarty looked as if he was about to say more when suddenly he froze in the middle of the room. He stayed frozen for a while. Sam was considering trying to off him when he snapped back to attention.

"Well this has been fun but I'm afraid that I can't stay and chat. It looks like the plans are further ahead than I thought they were. Bye Sammy!"

"Wait what?"

But Moriarty was gone, he'd vanished from the room. The force that had been holding Sherlock and John to the wall vanished and they fell to the ground. They both got up and walked over to Sam.

"We'll find her." John said. He sounded worried but his voice had traces of hope in it. Sam knew that they would eventually find Deanna, he just hoped that they'd find her before it was too late.

Deanna woke up tied down to a table in a concrete room. She couldn't see much that was around her apart from the ceiling and that was as far from helpful as it could get. The ceiling told her nothing as to where she was. Damn.

"Nice to see you've woken up, Sleeping Beauty."

The voice that had said that to her belonged to a man with a thick, hard to place accent. She could just see him looming over her. His eyes were pure white. A demon then, just her freaking luck!

Wanting answers seemed to prevail to her over pissing the demon off so she stuck with a rather simple comment.

"I don't remember falling asleep?"

"Of course you don't. We knocked you out and you fell unconscious"

"Oh. Well now that I'm awake I really must be going."

"I'm afraid we can't let you go Deanna."

"Why the hell not?"

"Well for one because we don't want to! And also because we need you to remain here out of the way."

"Like you can keep me here bitch! I'll just escape and find my way home!"

The demon laughed at her. "Through what door?"

Out of the corner of her eyes Deanna noticed a door that had been on the wall disappear. Damn it, her only way out was gone.

"I'll find another way out!" She said with as much confidence as she could muster.

"Good luck with that but you'll never find your way out. Even if you do you'll get killed before you make it back to your family."

"I'll take my chances you son of a bitch." Deanna growled.

"Oh it's going to be fun breaking you." The demon smiled that evil demonic smile that made her skin crawl.

"Break me? Good luck trying but I'll never break."

"Oh you will and I will be the one to do it."

"Do your worst you undercooked chicken nugget!"

"Undercooked chicken nugget? What?"

"That's all you are. You're not an all powerful demon, you're not going to win. All you are is an undercooked chicken nugget!"

The demon laughed at her. "I'm going to have so much fun breaking you."

The demon pulled out a knife. Deanna who was tied down completely defenseless knew that there was nothing she could do to avoid the knives sharp blade. The demon brought the knife down on her slicing her skin.

"So much fun..." The demon grinned as he plunged the knife deeper.

Sherlock, John and Sam had spent the past 3 days looking for any sign of Deanna but they had found nothing. Where was she? They'd searched all over London and were about to expand their search to the rest of England when Sam had an idea.

During the night Sam had left Baker St and snuck out into the greater London area. He went to an abandoned warehouse. He began drawing some devils traps around because he knew that while his plan was stupid, it was his best chance and there was no way he was going to risk being ripped to pieces by some lowlife demon before he found his sister.

Sam set up and alter and drew the correct symbol to summon a demon. He did the ritual and Meg the supposedly dead demon appeared in front of him.

"Hello Sam, to what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Cut the crap Meg."

"Your sister has been a bad influence on you."

"Where is my sister?"

"Oh that little bitch. I killed her. She was quite the fighter through but in the end my powers triumphed."

Sam went pale. No, his sister couldn't be dead. She just couldn't be. No!

"She can't be dead!" Sam all but yelled at her.

"Oh she is, I checked. Wasted her myself."

"No, you're lying! You must be!"

"Deny it all you want but that won't change the facts. She's dead and there's nothing you can do about it!"

"Go back to hell you black eyed bitch."

Meg smiled and opened her mouth and started spewing black smoke. Sam was at first confused but then realised that the black smoke was Meg leaving the body. The body collapsed to the ground in a heap.

Just before Sam left the room suddenly grew cold. A woman with brown hair appeared behind him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Sam wait!"

Sam spun around to look at the woman. "Who are you?"

"Relax Sam I'm not here to hurt you. My name is Ruby, I'm here to help you get your sister back."

Sam scanned her for any sign that she could be lying, finding none, Sam nodded.

"All right.. What do I have to do?"

By the time Sam got back to 221B it was morning. He snuck in the door as quietly as possible hoping not to alert Sherlock or John that he'd snuck out that night. He began sneaking back to where he'd been sleeping that night but unfortunately bumped into John.

"Good morning Sam. Sleep well?" John said sarcastically.

"Fine thanks." Sam responded.

"We both know that's a lie Sam. Where were you last night?"

"I went to find information on Deanna."

"What did you do?" John asked accusingly.

"I may have summoned a demon... or two…"

"Sam!" John yelled in anger. How dare he do that!

"John!" Sam mock yelled back at him. "I had to do something to find her, she's my sister!"

"And I'm your father."

"Well you're not doing a very good job at it!" Sam yelled.

"I'm doing the best I can, it's not my fault Deanna went missing."

"Your best isn't good enough! Deanna's gone and sitting here on our asses isn't going to do anything to bring her back!"

Sherlock chose that moment to walk into the room. He assessed the situation and instantly stepped between them.

"Alright that's enough! You two fighting isn't going to bring us any closer to finding her. Sam I know that you snuck out last night and I can guess what you snuck out to do. You summoned a demon to find information didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Did the demon have any?"

"It kept insisting that Deanna was dead but I didn't believe it."

"Okay then. Now while I admit that I probably should've followed you because demons are tricky things. But what's done is done and you're fine."

"It wasn't just that one demon..." Sam murmured but Sherlock heard him anyway.

"There was another one?"

"Yes, she said her name was Ruby and that she could help me find Deanna."

"She was probably lying Sam." John said sadly.

"No she was telling the truth! She told me things, like how I knew that the neighbours were in danger. It's the demon blood. It makes people stronger, it made me stronger."

"Sam what the hell did you do?" John yelled angrily but a touch of sadness was in his tone. It was like he didn't want to know the answer because he knew it would be bad but at the same time wanted it.

"He drank demon blood John." Sherlock said. There was no accusation in his tone, no real emotion whatsoever really. He just sounded rather flat.

"Sam! Why the hell would you drink demon blood?"

"She told me that if I did I'd become strong enough to bring Deanna back and stop other demons. I did this for Deanna, John. I just want my sister back!"

"We know Sam, but what would Deanna think if she found out?"

"Simple, she won't. Anyway I'm doing this for her! I'm doing this for all of us."

"No Sam, you're not. You don't need to do this Sam, we'll find another way to save her. Please don't resort to this. I don't want the next creature I have to hunt to be my own son."

"I have to save my sister." Sam stated as if it solved everything. He did have to save Deanna and he would do anything to save her. Ruby had told him that John and Sherlock probably wouldn't approve of his plan, but he had to save Deanna.

Sam turned to storm out the door. He stopped in the doorway as he heard John's pleading voice behind him.

"Please stop this Sam, stop this before it's too late."

"It's already too late dad. I have to save her and I don't care what it'll cost me."

Sam grabbed the door handle and just before he pulled it shut, he heard John yell at him. "If you go out that door, don't you come back."

"Goodbye then." Sam said slamming the door behind him. He walked down to the street and found Ruby waiting for him.

"You ready?" She asked.

"To bring back my sister? Oh god yes."