Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. I'm not making a profit off of this.

I go back and forth between Sam and Dean in this chapter, just to let y'all know what's happening on Dean's end, too. Sorry for the long wait, but I promise the next two chapters will be posted quickly!

SPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPN

Sam walked into the main hall, wondering what was in store for him today. Sam saw Azazel sitting in his chair, looking at different documents and yelling at the demon next to him.

"I don't care who they think they are, they can't just run around like they own the place!" Azazel looked up and finally saw Sam. An evil grin slowly covered his features. "Dante, I know how to fix our little problem."

"What problem?" Sam approached slowly, wondering how screwed he was going to be.

Azazel stood up and walked over to Sam, ignoring the incredulous look on the demon's face. "Him, sir? Why, he barely passed his session yesterday!" Sam recognized Dante's voice; he was the demon who woke him earlier.

Ignoring Dante, Azazel wraps an arm around Sam's shoulders. "Your next training session will be on the road, Sammy. Maybe I took the wrong approach yesterday. Why, you always honed your skills on the job before."

Sam looked at Azazel with apprehension. "C'mon Sammy, I thought you wanted to get better." Azazel feigned being hurt. "Don't you want to get stronger?"

Sam inwardly sighed. "What is this, uh, mission?"

An evil gleam shone in Azazel's eyes. "You're going to take down some wayward soldiers: the Seven Deadly Sins."

SPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPN

Dean curses as he throws another old tomb to the ground. "Damn it!" He rubs his hand across his face in frustration, cursing himself at letting his brother get away.

"Stop blaming yourself, ya idgit. We'll get yer brother back, just you wait." Bobby picked up the tomb and placed it onto the kitchen table. "And don't go ruining my tombs."

"I'm sorry, Bobby, but.."

Bobby cuts Dean off. "But nothin'. It's only been a couple hours. Sam will be fine; we will find a way to get him back." Bobby sat down next to Dean. "In the meantime, why don't you go gank some demons?"

Dean looked at Bobby as if he grew an extra head. "Bobby, I have to get Sam back! I shouldn't get distracted by a frivolous hunt. Have someone else do it."

Bobby sighed. "You're not doing any good throwing my fragile tombs around and growing more grey hairs than me worrying about your brother. Go on this hunt, get a clear head. Maybe we'll find answers after we finish this hunt." Bobby held his breath, hoping Dean would go out and blow off some steam.

"Alright Bobby, I'll do it. What's this hunt?"

Bobby visibly relaxed, sitting back in his chair. "Lincoln, Nebraska. I found some demonic omens: crop failures and a cicada swarm."

Now it was Dean's turn to sigh. "Damn it, Bobby! That's hardly anything to go off of, and for a three and a half hour drive, too! You need me here to..." Dean went off on a tangent, letting out all of his pent up frustrations at losing his brother by yelling at Bobby.

Expecting the outburst, Bobby waited for Dean to calm down before he explained. "Dean, in the past few hours, nothing has shown up. No demonic omens, right after a frickin' Hell's Gate is opened? Does it not seem weird that after releasing who knows how many demons, it all goes quiet? Now let's go check out the one lead we have before you annoy me and I fill you so full of rock salt you'll be shittin' margaritas."

"When we get see it was all for nothing, you owe me a week's worth of booze." Dean grumbled as he stood and walked towards his beloved Impala.

SPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPNSPN

"The what?!" Sam couldn't believe his ears. Azazel wanted him to take on the Seven Deadly Sins? It was surely a suicide run.

Azazel dismissed Dante and leaned back in his chair. "You see, Sammy, I've been going about this all wrong. Training exercises aren't going to help you. No, you function well under pressure, and nothing has more pressure than a life-or-death situation. You'll be fine, Sammy, just use those powers of yours."

Sam could not believe his ears. Use the powers that he cannot control yet? Disbelief shone on his face. A loud rumble filled the room as Sam's stomach chose that exact moment to make its hunger known.

"Ah, I forgot. Humans need to eat. How about we get some food into you, and then you can show your army that you don't take insubordination from anyone; not even some of the more powerful demons?" Azazel, not waiting for an answer, called for one of the demons outside. "Go make a big breakfast. Sam will need all of his strength today. He's taking care of the rebellious Sins today." The demon's face blanched, and, with a bow, he left the room. Azazel laughed. "See, Sammy, if you fix this little problem, your army will fear you, and fear is a powerful motivator."

Two hours later, Bobby and Dean arrived at the house of one of the latest victims of the cicada swarm. A buzzing sound filled the air. "That can't be good." Dean said, glancing around. "Do you think it's some kind of plague?"

Bobby shrugged. "I don't know, let's find out." He turned and started up the stairs of the porch.

Dean slipped past Bobby and knocked three times on the door, loudly. "Candy gram!" He yelled, trying to get the hunt done as soon as possible. Hearing no answer, he picks the lock on the door, Bobby drawing his pistol. The door creaks open and they are assaulted with an intensely foul smell.

Bobby grimaced. "Dean, something died in here."

"Yeah, sure smells bad enough." Dean retorts sarcastically.

Bobby cuffed him upside the head. "Damn it, boy, don't you know what that smell is? Something, or someone, died. Now stop messin' around and go find the durned body."

They split up. Bobby checked out the bedrooms while Dean headed down the hallway, stopping in doorways and checking for any signs of life. Hearing a woman's scream, he slams open the door to the living room, regretting it a moment later when the smell of rot intensified.

"Bobby! I found 'em!" Dean called, circling the couch until he saw the emancipated bones of the family. Bobby ran through the doorway, wrinkling his nose at the smell. "What the hell happened, Bobby?"

Bobby shook his head. "I don't know. We should check for sulfur, and then let's get out of here. The smell's bringing me to an early grave."

As they check around the windows for sulfur, a noise from outside calls Dean's attention. He whistles quietly to get Bobby's attention, then motions toward the door. They both get up and walk silently towards this new threat. Dean opens the front door and walks onto the porch. Surveying the land, he sees all is clear and walks the length of the porch. A noise from behind Dean caused him to turn, just in time to get hit in the gut with the butt of a rifle and kicked to the ground. As he looked down the length of the gun, he saw two figures.

"Isaac? Tamara?" Bobby's voice sounded from behind him. The gun was pulled away from Dean's face and pulled up to the man's, Isaac's, shoulder.

"Bobby, what are you doing here?" The woman, Tamara, asked, a smile forming on her face.

"Hey Bobby." Isaac said with a laugh, reaching out and clasping hands with his old friend.

Bobby spoke up next, ignoring Dean, who was still on the ground. "We've got to talk."