Poor Sammy in this chapter. Not sure why I like beating him up so much… I do love to see his bravery even when he's getting his butt kicked. Hurt!Sam fans, this is the chapter for you! Gosh I feel so evil writing for Gadreel and Metatron! I find writing villains easier than the heroes, it's pretty fun. Do I really have to say I own nothing? *Kripke bursts in. "Yes, you do." Fine I own nothing… (Except my plot twists. Eheheheh) And in case it's not clear, character's thoughts are in italics.

A loud crack echoed through the room. Sam cradled his now broken arm to his aching chest.

"Let me in, Samuel."

"God, is this déjà vu or what?"

"Why me? You already… have a vessel… What? Bartender in a hoodie not… not cutting it for you?"

Sam screamed as he felt his other arm snap. His chest was already heaving from his damaged lings not getting enough oxygen. He panted heavily to keep from crying out.

"What if I told you I need you because we are so alike?"

"Well… in that case… I'd tell you… to bite me."

A sudden sensation of knives slicing into Sam caused him to groan liudly.

"I am not Lucifer, Samuel. I am not afraid to hurt you to gain a 'yes.'"

"Believe me… I spent… a hundred years with the guy… he grew out of it… Pretty sure if I can… hold out against Lucifer… I can handle you."

"You forget, Samuel, I was imprisoned since the beginning of time. I was tortured every day for centuries. Do not underestimate my ability to get what I want."

"Remind me…" Sam said sarcastically, "What were you imprisoned for again?"

Sam couldn't even describe the pain he felt. To say that every cell was on fire was an understatement. There was no holding back the agonized shout that burned in his throat.

"I made a mistake." Gadreel hissed, completely ignorant to Sam's cries of pain. "Now tell me, does the punishment fit the crime?"

If Sam had the energy, he would have rolled his eyes.

"Just… like… him." Sam's voice was barely above a whisper.

"What?"

"You and… Lu… Lucifer." Every breath became a chore. "You both… screwed up… so bad… but… you never take… take the blame."

Gadreel's face twitched to a scowl. All sings of pity were replaced with blinding rage.

"I was going to allow you to live, but clearly, there is no purpose to keeping you alive. If you are dead, there is no chance of sacrificing yourself to open the gates of heaven."

"Wh… what?" Sam had hardly even finished the word before a symphony of fire and ice exploded in his heart. He could only scream.

"I will make sure that nothing will be able to bring you back this time, Samuel."

"Oh, God!" Sam cried out as his back arched off the floor. "STOP, PLEASE!" Sam had sworn to himself that he wouldn't beg, but the agony was too much to endure. Besides the pain, he could think only one thing.

"Dean…"

"Dean, we need to get back to Sam." Castiel said hoping to snap Dean out of his state of disbelief.

"You sure you wanna do that Castiel?" Metatron asked. "Every angel knows how to control the Winchesters. They couldn't care less what happened to them, but as soon as the other brother is in danger…" Metatron let the sentence trail off into a sea of horrifying scenarios in Dean's mind. "Besides, I think Sam's made it pretty clear that he doesn't need you around."

Dean didn't flinch. He punched harder than he ever had before. He lost count of how many times.

"Dean, enough." Castiel commanded as he pulled Dean back.

"No, Cas," He shouted as he tore out of the angel's grip, "You know when it'll be enough?..." He bore his eyes into Metatron's. "When this bastard's done breathing."

Dean ripped the blade from Metatron's hand and prepared to finally end it.

But as soon as Metatron's hand was free, he grabbed the blade from his other hand and blocked Dean's attempt to stab him.

"Say 'hi' to Sammy for me…" Metatron taunted. "That is, it you get there in time." He smirked one last time, and disappeared.

Sam had given up on trying to hold back his choked sobs. His body was full of all kinds of bruises, and he was sure he'd had internal damage he'd never understand.

Sam crashed into the side of the warehouse again and thudded to the floor. The impact mocked his broken arms.

Behind tear filled eyes. Sam saw something gleam.

"The sword."

He scrambled towards it, when suddenly a tall figure loomed over him.

Gadreel lifted his foot, and slammed it on top of Sam's arm. Sam cried out louder than he thought possible. His throat was almost raw from screaming.

The angel kicked Sam's side until he rolled onto his back. Sam didn't even blink as tears spilled out of his eyes.

"I truly am sorry, Sam, but you are the only one that is capable of reopening the gates of heaven. I cannot go back there."

"No, you can't." A familiar voice called. Suddenly a blade plunged through the centre of Gadreel's chest. "Cuz you're gonna burn in hell."

Dean yanked the word out as the angelic light illuminating Gadreel's face faded. The body slumped to the floor, lifeless.

A smile almost made its way to Sam's face as he whispered,

"Dean."

Dean to the rescue! Next chapter has Dean's POV so the end will have some familair dialogue, and the story goes on from there. By the way, I hand wrote this WHOLE story before typing it out so that's why I'm taking longer than usual to finish. On pencil and paper it's 19 pages long, and it's covered with cross outs and edits everywhere. And sorry if I seem overly excessive with me saying the character's names. To be fair though, they use them a BUNCH in the show, so I mostly do it just to stay true to the characters. For me, that's always the hardest part.