Disclaimer: I don't own em..Kripke does..but you know the drill.

Author's Note: I am trying to post at least one new chapter everyday. So far, so good. If you keep reading I will keep writing until the the boys are silent in my head. Then I will start a new one. hehehe! This was a particularly difficult chapter for me to write. I was drawing very much from personal experience on this. I hope I did the characters justice. Especially Dean.

Far From Home

Chapter Nine

Dean stomped through the scrap yard. Rage apparent on his face. He was going to jump into the Impala and just leave. Try to re-group and figure out a way to get around what Cas had said was going to have to happen. Instead, he stalked past the car and continued down one of the rows of old beat up cars. He had reached the middle of one of the rows when he saw it. Andie's wrecked Dodge Charger. It was red and had at one time been a thing of real beauty. That was one of the things that drew him to Andie in the first place. She had a love for classic muscle cars just as he did. She liked the same music, drank beer and shot pool like a pro. He could see her face in his mind. A smile crossed her lips as she teased him about his baby the night they first made love. He saw the two of them lying in bed, holding each other right after admitting they loved one another. Felt her body beneath his as they made love through the night. Lost in each other and the passion that ignited their souls. He heard her whisper his name over and over. "I love you Dean. I love you so much." she repeated like a chant. Looking at the car and remembering everything they had shared, he came to the realization that it all started the day of the wreck. That hell bitch took her over while she was trapped in the car. She was helpless to stop it.

The next thing he knew, Dean was beating the crap out of Andie's car. He punched the window, blasting it out. Kicking the side of it the door frame work dented. He continued his assault. His rage pure and unabashed. His screams rang out in the night.

"GOD DAMN YOU! What the Hell is it going to take huh? What else do I have to do?" Dean screamed up toward the sky. Lashing out at the one person everyone had always to him controlled everything. "You pious bastard! Sitting up there on your fucking throne! What gives you the fucking right to keep pulling the puppet strings on everyone. You sick and twisted son of a bitch. I have done everything, EVERYTHING you have ever fucking told me I had to do. I didn't like it, but I did it. Because I fucking gave a rat's ass about what actually happened to the rest of the world. You know what? You can take this world and shove it up your holier than thou ass you prick! I'm done being your little bitch boy! I have given up everything and everyone for you and have gotten nothing but shit on in return." Dean was growing hoarser by the minute. He didn't care. He had reached his limit. "I hate you! YOU HEAR ME GOD! I FUCKING HATE YOU!

Cas followed the sounds of Dean's ranting. He found the man on his knees, fists raised in defiance, screaming at the sky. The angel looked upwards, and nodding his head, he said.."I know Father." Castiel walked towards him. When Dean saw him approaching he stood up, fists still clenched.

"Stay away from me Cas. Just stay away." He pointed his finger at the smaller man. Tears were running down his face. "I don't want to hear all of your sanctimonious crap. So just spare me the speech. I am fucking done playing by your rules.' Dean reached behind him and pulled his silver .45 out of the back of his pants. Putting the gun to his head he stared at the angel. "So, where will I go when I pull this trigger? Heaven or Hell? Where? Answer me dammit!" His eyes were wild and his hand was shaking.

Castiel surged toward Dean. He lept toward him, knocking the gun out of his hands. Dean reared backwards and landed with a hard thud against one of the old cars. Cas got down low in a crouch, preparing for the onslaught that was about to happen. Dean charged the angel with a primal scream. He slammed his fist into Cas' face landing a blow straight to his nose. Castiel shoved Dean back and punched him in the side, then throwing a quick uppercut with his right fist. Dean didn't back down. "What does it matter anymore huh? That woman in there has to die because your God won't lift a finger to help her?" He took another swing at Cas, but the angel dodged it. Castiel grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back. Holding the larger man in place Cas spoke in his ear. "It's okay to be angry Dean. I understand." Dean elbowed Cas in the stomach with his free arm. He broke free and tackled him while he was bent over. Pinning him to the ground, his assault toook on a viciousness that was unmatched. Blow after blow he screamed at the man he had once considered a friend.

"Dont..." *punch "Tell..." *punch "Me..." *punch "How to feel!"

Cas was bleeding badly but was unaffected. Angels didn't necessarily feel pain. Not like humans do. That is why his Father had told him to let Dean do this to him. The man needed to heal. To finally let go of it all. All the years of hurt, years of fears, years of torment were finally pouring out of him like water through a sieve. He knew the beating wouldn't go on forever. And when it was over, Dean would be better for it. So Cas took it. All of it. Everything that Dean threw at him. He didn't do it just because Father had told him to. He did it because he loved Dean and wanted him to be the man he was holding himself back from. Cas knew that if he continued to keep everything bottled up, then it would turn toxic. It was well on it's way to doing just that. But if there was any chance that he could save him still, then Castiel was willing to do what ever it took. Dean continued hitting him. Was pretty sure his vessel's nose and jaw were broken. He could barely see out of his eyes because they had almost completely swollen shut. But through blood and dirt he finally said the only thing that made sense to him.

"It's okay Dean. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

Dean sat back at the words that Cas said to him. They were pretty much the same words he had said to Sammy the day he died. He slowly lowered his fist and climbed off of him. Looking at the damage he had caused Dean hung his head. Castiel sat up and crawled over towards him.

"I'm here." he said again.

Dean looked up at his friend's broken face. Fresh tears spilled down his cheeks. "I can't let Bobby kill his daughter. But I'm not sure I can either. I'd rather die." Dean choked out, "I know it's not really her in there anymore, but I loved her too much."

Castiel stood up. Placing his hand on Dean's shoulder, he calmly replied, "It's okay son, I've got this one."

Dean looked at Cas' face and to his surprise it was already back to normal. Taking his hand to be helped up, his knees wobbled a bit. He had used every last ounce of strength that he had left. It was then that Castiel carried Dean.

Bobby was walking down the stairs when Cas and Dean came through the front door. Cas sat Dean down on the old beat up couch. Dean sat there with a far away look in his eyes. He couldn't feel anything anymore. He was an empty shell. His whole life he had pushed love away. Then Andie walk in and blew that all to hell. She somehow broke down his defenses and crept into his heart. She was a light in this world. Now he was going to lose her too. Tears still fell down his cheeks but he didn't wipe them away. He just continued to sit and stare.

Cas, satisfied that Dean was going to stay put, walked into the kitchen with Bobby. He sat down and sighed. Bobby sat across from him at the table and poured each of them a shot of whiskey. The angel quickly threw it back. Bobby just looked at his. His eyes were red and puffy from crying. He had heard the commotion in the yard and was on his way down to find out what sort of hell was breaking loose now. Bobby took a shuddering breath and finally spoke.

"I want you to know that I appreciate you trying to help." He looked into Castiel's piercing blue eyes. He saw them laced with pain. A fresh tear rolled down his cheek. "I know that you have to do what you have to...but before you do, tell me, who was this person you were talking about getting to help."

"Sam" replied Castiel. "It was supposed to be Sam."

Bobby's jaw dropped in shock. "What are you talking about you crazy idjit? You trying to tell me that you were gonna open up the cage and pull him out?" They all knew that was impossible. To open it, even for a second would release Lucifer again. That was why Sam had told Dean to leave him there. Nobody gets out of the cage once they are in there.

"No. Sam is here. He has been here for almost a year." Cas stated matter of factly.

"Wait. What? How?" Bobby asked, jumping up from the chair.

"God pulled him out." The angel watched Bobby pacing back and forth. "I saw Sam tonight and asked him to come. He still has his powers and is the only one that is strong enough to pull Lilitu out of Andrea without harming the vessel." "But I fear now that as the time passes by, he is not coming."

"What do you mean he's not coming? Just go get him and zap him back! That's what you do for Christ's sake." Bobby was still trying to process what Cas was telling him. It was unbelievable. Sam was topside and had been for a while. He would kick his ass when he got his hands on him.

"I can't. It had to be his choice. He would have to tap into the last of the power that he has from being my brother's vessel. It is a dark place to draw from. A very dark place within himself that he would have to face. I couldn't force that on him. It is something he has to come to terms with himself." Cas finished.

Bobby didn't know what else to say. Obviously the boy couldn't handle it. It's not like he could blame him really. He wanted to be mad at him, but what Cas had said was true. It was a tough choice to make. Hell, he didn't even know if Sam was mentally stable. He remembered all too well what Dean had been like when he came back. His time in Hell, though horrible, was probably a cake walk compared to the Cage. Bobby looked out into the living room. Dean had gotten up at some point. He looked at Cas with alarm. Both men ran out of the kitchen to look for him. They heard voices in the dining room. Dean was standing there, quietly talking to Lilitu.

"Please. I'll do anything. Just please let her go." he begged. Dean was making one last ditch effort to save the woman he loved. He would go back on the rack if he needed to. He would let Lilitu take him over. Anything the hell bitch wanted. He didn't care what it took. He couldn't live in a world with Andie. Not anymore.

Lilitu stared up at Dean. Her face battered and bruise from the beating he had given her earlier. He looked so pathetic, standing there, begging for his bitch's life. It was cute. But she was getting bored with this game. "Sorry Dean, while your offer is tempting, I have to decline. But thanks for playing anyway. Now maybe if you hadn't beaten the shit out of me, I might have considered it. Unfortunately I'm a battered woman now." Chuckling menacingly she added, "And Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."

Dean slumped his shoulders in defeat. It was over. He knew that now. Lil was still laughing at him as he turned to walk away. Suddenly, the laughter was cut off as if someone had started choking her. He turned back around and the demon had a look of horror on her face.

"No! I won't allow this! Get back in the corner you dog!" she screamed. She was shaking her head from side to side as if she were being attacked by a swarm of bees. Thrashing about, she tipped her chair over and was now lying on her side, spitting and cursing some unseen person. Then it happened. Her eyes cleared and her features softened. Dean was stunned. He had seen that look before. Sam had it when he beat Lucifer back. "BOBBY! CAS!" he yelled. The other two men came running.

"Help me get her up goddammit!" he screamed. Both men looked at him like he had lost his mind. He was untying the ropes from the chair. Releasing the demon was a bad idea. They tried to pull him back. But he fought them off. "It's her! Trust me, it's her!" That's when Andie looked up into Dean's eyes. He knew it was her, just like he knew when it was Sammy. He hugged her to him and cleared the hair out of her face.

"Dean?" Andie's voice was weak. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I tried to fight her off, but I couldn't. I tried to tell you, but she pushed on me so hard..." She was shivering and Dean took off his jacket and wrapped it around her like a blanket. Andrea looked into Dean's eyes. Raising her hand to his face, she cried. "I'm so scared."

"I know baby. But you don't have to be. You did it! You won! You are gonna be okay." He leaned down and pressed gentle kisses to her forehead and lips. "I love you baby. And I swear you will never have to worry about anything ever again. I'm gonna take care of you. Gonna protect you always." He was rocking her like a baby. He didn't want to ever let her go again. That was when Bobby knelt down and took her into his arms. Dean reluctantly let him.

Andrea smiled up at her father. "Hi Poppa Bear." she said as she touched the beard on Bobby's face. A sob escaped his throat. He kissed his sweet baby girl's cheek.

"Hi'ya Princess." he replied. "How ya holding up?"

"Oh, ya know..not real good. Don't think I'm gonna make it back to school on time." she chuckled.

"I know sweetheart. I'm so sorry. I tried to protect you from all of this." Bobby cried into his daughter's neck. "I'm sorry baby."

"Dad, it's her. The one that took Mom. I could see her memories. Oh God Daddy, the things she made her do." Andrea sobbed at the memory of her mother killing innocent people. She had seen through the demons eyes what happened when she made her mother attack Bobby. It was all too much to bear.

"I know honey." he replied. "I didn't mean to do it baby. It was an accident..."

"Ssshh..Dad I know. I never hated you for it. You did what you had to do." Fear suddenly shone in Andie's eyes. "Daddy! I can't hold her much longer. Listen, I know what has to happen. I'm not scared. Okay? Just promise me you will take care of him Daddy. Promise me!"

"I will honey. I promise." he said quietly. "I love you sweetheart. I love you so much."

"I love you too Daddy. I'll always be with you." Andrea reached up and kissed her father's cheek one last time. She looked over at Dean, "Dean? Don't ever give up, okay? You keep fighting. And remember, I love you always."

"What! No! Don't go, I need you hear with me. Fight her harder dammit! You are stronger than that!" Dean scrambled to her, seeing the light fading from her eyes he knew that she was losing control. Finally, he took her hand, look at her beautiful brown eyes and said all he could say. "I love you too. Then the light was gone. In it's place black eyes shone out, evil and bright. Lilitu shoved the men off of her.

"Aww..wasn't that touching?" she said while standing up. "That little bitch is going to pay for that one. Mark my words fellas. She gave me a fucking headache." Lilitu waved her arm and sent Dean and Bobby flying across the room. She looked around and spotted Castiel stepping towards her. "I don't think so angel boy." With a flick of the wrist she sent him soaring through the air. "I got things to do ya see. I don't have time for this shit." She stepped forward but was stopped by the devil's trap. "Dammit, thought I had that covered." Lil looked around the room and started to raise her hands. "Nothing that's not easily remedied. Bippity-Boppity-Boo." as she said this the house started to shake. Knowing was coming, the men jumped into action. Dean tackled her down, pinning her with his knees. Bobby ran to the desk and grabbed the other syringe. Loading it up, he rushed back towards Dean who was struggling to keep the demon still. Bobby sank the needle into her arm. "Shit...not again." A few seconds later, she was down for the count. The men tied her back to the chair and stepped out of the circle. The seal had been broken and Castiel was already painting over the cracks to repair it. Each one stared at the unconscious demon. Each one, lost in thought. Finally Cas said what they had all been dreading...

"It's time."