It was late afternoon when Sam was making his way back.

Even with all the books and the internet there was still nothing that could fully kill a demon. He had screamed and thrown the books across the floor. He had hit the computer and been thrown out. He sulked away as people stared and meandered down the roads.

He didn't understand why he felt so lost. Dean was right, in everything they had faced, they had always been able to find another solution.

But not this time.

Carena would let the demon possess her and try to take control. There were either two options then. Either she would fail and the demon would use her as a puppet. Or she would succeed in killing herself. In which only the demon would escape again and her death in vain.

Failure either way.

Unless he and Dean could find another option.

He looked up from the cracking cement to see he had wandered in a neighborhood. Just as he was about to turn back, he saw a blue Mustang.

Parked next to an orange convertible.

Screaming from the house.

Without a thought, Sam broke into a run, drawing the pistol he always carried. He knocked down the door, racing to the back of the small one story house.

Suddenly the door was blown open and Del Sean was thrown against the wall.

"You bastard!" Carena screeched, "You arrogant dick! Worthless idiotic scumbag! Get the hell out of my house!"

Sam looked around the corner cautiously.

Carena was standing on the bed, her blue T shirt ripped and her pants unbuttoned, she held a knife in her hand and the rage on her face was unlike anything Sam had seen.

Supernatural monster or not, Carena was pissed off and ready to kill.

"This is your fault!" Del Sean shouted, "You brought this on yourself! You devil worshipping bitch!"

"You don't know a damn thing about me!" She snarled, tossing her messy hair back.

"At least I found God!" He shot back, "Maybe if you did the same not everyone would leave you!"

"God?" She snarled, gripping the knife,"Did God tell you to come back here and rape me because the girl you left me for reported you for rape and abuse? Did he want you to be a registered sex offender? Did he tell you to break in and take me because you're just a dumbass who wants me only if he can't have me!?"

"No!" Del Sean retorted, "I just took pity on a psycho who has no one that loves her! I never loved you Carena! I only wanted the free car parts! And let's face it, you'r just a cheap knockoff of your daddy!"

"Get! Out!" Carena thundered.

Furniture in the room flipped up and out, indenting them permanently in the walls while the windows and mirror shattered completely. Accessories shattered, raining down all over the room and Del Sean was pinned against the wall by an invisible force.

Tears streamed down Carena's face as she threw a hand out, using her telekinetic ability on Del Sean. He struggled against the invisible force as his head was banged against the wall once more.

As blood began to seep from the back of his head, Sam stepped in.

"Carena stop!"

"No," She whispered venomously, "Never!"

Don't do this Carena!" Sam begged, "You're not a killer!"

"I might as well be," She snarled, "I'm just some poor kid that has run ins with demons!"

"You aren't a monster!" Sam pressed, "You're a hunter!"

"No," She glared at Sam, "You have no idea who I am."

"Don't let them win," Sam said calmer, "Don't let the demons decide who you are. Let him go. Show them you're better. Show Del Sean you're better then him!"

"I am better then him," She growled.

"Then prove it. Don't kill him. Let him walk out of here knowing that he has to live with being alone," Sam insisted, "Let him live with the fact that everyone who loved him has walked away and no matter how hard he tries he will never have anyone who really loves him."

Sam watched as Carena shook with unprecedented rage, She blinked, her eyes cold and hard. Sam could see the war in her, to let the ass go or to kill him. She dropped her hand.

"You're right Sam," She turned away, "I'm not like a demon. Not yet."

Sam ignored the last part as he aimed the gun at Del Sean.

"Get out man, get out of town and don't come back. I have your plate numbers and with the FBI. Come back to Ventura again and you'll leave. In handcuffs. You won't see anything but a jail wall for 10-20."

Del Sean nodded, shaking.

He stood up on wobbly legs, but not broken, Sam noted.

"You're nothing but a pyscho," Del Sean sneered, "I knew something was weird the night you caught me with Kate. But this? This is a whole new level of freak. Go to hell bitch!"

He spat at her, blood and bile on the ruined floor and stormed out of the house.

Sam holstered the gun in his jeans as soon as he heard the Mustang start up and fade away. He looked to Carena who's eyes were wet and her cheeks a waterfall of tears.

She looked so wounded and betrayed. She collapsed on the bed, sobbing.

Sam stood there awkwardly, he had comforted numerous crying women over the years. Over lost loved ones and fear of seeing supernatural monsters. His dad and Dean had always said Sam's empathy and care during emotional moments were superb.

Sam didn't know though what to do.

"Carena," He said softly, "Carena are you ok?"

He couldn't ignore what had been said, Del Sean was a rapist, a convicted sex offender and it looked like he tried to have his way with Carena.

"I'm fine," She sniffed, "Just peachy."

Sam sat on the edge of the bed cautiously. He didn't want to scare her, but he could tell she was in need of comfort.
"Hey I'm here, he's gone. You'll be ok."

"I know," She nodded and looked up at him, "But he's right."

Sam had never seen such pain. Carena's face was dark and lost, her tears dripping and her eyes red. Sam had hardly seen something so broken in her face then in any other person. Carena had simply given up. She had lost her family and friends, her ex had tried to rape her and she was hunting a demon that couldn't be killed and barely even exorcised. She had been thrown into a life of pain and hopelessness that only ended at a blade or a gun.

Carena had hit rock bottom and she didn't even care.

Sam suddenly wrapped his arms around her. He felt her stiffen at the touch and then loosen as she coughed her words in an emotional tirade.

"I'm going to hell Sam. I know that, I guess I've always known, but I don't think I'll even be able to stop this bastard hell spawn. That's what terrifies the most. Not being able to stop it. To avenge my parents or all the people they've taken. I don't even now you and I want to kill that ass for what he took from you too. But I can't. I can see that now. They'll take me Sam and they'll take you too. We're not strong enough and it terrifies me. The world is ending and we're just going to be their puppets for hell on Earth."

Sam rubbed small circles in her back as she shook and sobbed. He ignored the broken and destroyed room, the cold chill of the night through the window. He repositioned himself against the dented wall and allowed Carena to lay her head on his chest.

They sat there for hours, her sobs slowing and her tears drying. Sam said nothing as she ranted on about how she felt she was failure. The end of the world and her guilt for the deaths. He understood her lost feelings. He had them occasionally when a job had gone south. Eventually she had exhausted herself that she fell asleep on him and he petted her matted hair softly.

His phone vibrated and he took it out to see Dean had called him dozens of times. Not only that but the time as well.

He blinked rapidly, not believing the time.

11:45pm