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Now that was unexpected.

Ruby thought she was making progress, getting somewhere with Sam. Now, she realizes, she never made any progress with him. Ruby went into this mission too cocky, confident she could flip Sam's loyalties. Seeing the seething man in front of her, Ruby realized how wrong she was. If she didn't want to get sent back to Hell, she'd have to fix this. Fast.

"Sam." Ruby's voice shook. She cleared her throat and tried again. "Sam, I understand you're upset-"

"Upset?!" Sam clenched his fists in anger. "Upset doesn't begin to describe how I feel!"

Ruby took a step back. How could this have gone to shit so fast? "Sam, you need to calm down."

Sam barked a short, mirthless laugh. "Calm down? Sure, Ruby. I'll just blindly do what you say, 'cause all I'm good for is following orders, right? Fall in line and lead your demon army?"

"Sam, you know that's not true." Ruby tried placating him, to no avail.

Sam stared daggers at Ruby, at the end of his rope. "You know what, Ruby? I think it'll be better if you stop training me. In fact, I'm going to help this town all on my own, and if I run into you while I'm here, you can bet it won't be a pleasant meeting."

With that, Sam grabbed his duffle bag and walked out the door.

"Sam-" Ruby's call was cut off by the slamming of the motel door. Great. How was she going to convince Sam to do his part for her end game? She needed to get back into his good graces, and fast.

Sam walked to the bar, fuming the whole way. Ruby was such a... a... a bitch! There was no way he'd keep working with her, not even if Azazel himself threatened Sam's life.

Sam stopped outside Trotter's Bar, duffle bag still slung over his shoulder. Find Trotter, see if he is a demon, and exorcise the bartender while he's at it. Simple, right?

Sam walked in, making a beeline for the bar. The bartender saw him coming and glared. That was a different reaction than he got last time.

"Sam, what did you do?" Up close, the bartender looked less angry and more... disappointed?

Sam sat down and cocked his head to the side. "What do you mean?"

The bartender lowered her voice, leaning in close. "The other demon that was here; what did you do to him?"

Sam shook his head. "I don't know what happened." His features hardened. "Ruby followed him and hasn't said anything since."

The bartender looked over at the only other person behind the bar. "I'm taking my break."

She jumped over the bar and took Sam's hand, leading him out of the bar and towards her car. Sam wrenched his hand out of her grasp.

"What the hell? I'm not going anywhere with you!"

The bartender rolled her eyes. "Sam, I'm not going to hurt you. I want to see you succeed."

Sam snorted. "Yeah, I wonder why I would have a hard time believing that."

"I believe in you." The bartender grabbed Sam's left arm softly, barely even touching him. "I would follow you to the ends of time if you asked me to."

Sam looked down at her. "Why? I don't even know you."

A smile lit her face. "I'm Casey." She took her hand off his arm and opened the car door, sliding into the driver's seat. "C'mon. It'll take us a while to get there."

What was it about him that made demons attracted to Sam? Just when he got free of Ruby, this Casey chick jumps on the Sam-train.

He bent over, peering into the car. "Hey, Casey, is Trotter a demon?"

Casey smirked, flipping her black hair over her shoulder. "No, but me and him had a little chat."

That got Sam's attention. "You did what?"

"I would love to tell ya, but I have places to be. Hop in and I'll tell ya."

Sam was done being pushed around by demons. He reached out his hand and began choking Casey. "I don't like being told what to do by a demon."

Casey grabbed helplessly at her throat, her eyes wide with surprise.

"S-am." Casey had stopped struggling. Her eyes were closed, her body relaxed. "I... s-supp-port... your... d-decis-ion."

Sam released her, more than a little disturbed. What kind of demon wants to be sent back to Hell?

As Casey gasped for air, Sam sat down in the car, shutting the door. "Why?"

Casey glanced up at Sam, confused. "What?"

"Why are you supporting my decisions? Why did you stop struggling? Why do you seem so interested in me?!" Sam was staring intently at Casey, demanding answers.

Casey took one last deep breath and turned the key in the ignition. "Sam, you are going to do great things. I have chosen to support you in your venture; you are the one I'm betting on. My only concern is that Ruby had the other demon sent back to Hell. She may seem to be helpful, but she consorts with Azazel. In the coming war, demons are either with Azazel or with you. There is no gray area."

Sam thought Ruby hated Azazel. He voiced as much.

"Ruby hates everyone. She was a horrible person when she was human, and she's a horrible person as a demon. All she wants is to fulfil her mission, whatever that is. Don't trust her, Sam. She's on her own agenda and she'll use everyone she can to get it."

Under different circumstances, Sam would've thought it was funny a demon was lecturing him on trust. As it was, Sam was trying to decide whether or not it would be smart to exorcise a demon while she's driving a moving car.

The car slowed down, stopping outside a small farmhouse. "We're here."

Casey opened her door, followed quickly by Sam. The sky was a deep purple, the last bits of sunlight fading into the horizon. Sam followed Casey, worried he'd lose her in the dark if he looked away.

She led him around back and into what Sam could only call a dungeon. Candles hung on the wall, giving the place a nice orange glow. The walls were made of concrete and Sam could see some weapons through a partially open doorway. The rug in the center of the floor was the only item that didn't give off a dungeon-vibe.

"Tell me what you did to Trotter, to this whole town." Sam leaned against a concrete pillar, watching Casey's every move.

She finished lighting the last candle and turned to face Sam. She looked mildly annoyed. "Do you want to know what I did? What I really did? I had lunch."

Sam cocked his head to the side. "Lunch?"

"Me and Trotter. He had a cheeseburger, I had a salad, and I just pointed out the money that could be made with a few businesses that cater to a harmless vise. So Trotter built it, and man, did they come. Supposedly God-fearing folk, waist-deep in booze, sex, gambling, and I barely lifted a finger." Casey sighed and sat down on a barrel.

"That's it?" Sam refused to believe a demon turned a quiet Christian town into booze central without making a single deal.

"You don't get it. All you gotta do is nudge humans in the right direction. Some whiskey here, a hooker there, and they'll walk right into Hell with big, fat smiles on their faces. Humans are corrupt, Sam. Weak. Our will's stronger. That's why we'll win."

"And that's how it ends?" Sam was confused. First, Casey said he would lead the demon army, then she's calling him weak.

"No. That's how it begins." Casey leaned towards Sam, eyes shining with excitement. "You're going to lead us to victory. You will help create a better world."

Sam shook his head. "No, this doesn't make sense. You said humans are weak. Why would you want me to lead your stupid army. Have Azazel lead it."

Casey frowned, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "Azazel's a tyrant. He's barely holding Hell together as it is. There are a lot of demons who would rather follow you, Sam. Who are loyal to you. We need you, Sam, because you aren't like the other humans. You're special."

"I'm tainted, you mean." Sam felt sick; he could almost feel the demon blood coursing through his veins.

"No, Sam, we aren't going to follow you because Azazel bled into your mouth as a baby. You are special in ways you can't imagine. Our Lord has a great interest in you; he sees your potential." Casey stood up and walked over to the rug, sitting cross-legged at its center.

Sam turned his body, keeping his eyes on her. "You mean demons have a God?"

Casey smiled, leaning back on her hands. "Humans have a God, so do we. We call him Lucifer."

Sam's expression hardened. "You mean the devil?"

Casey stiffened, then relaxed again. "Your word, not ours. Lucifer actually means 'Light-Bringer.' Look it up."

All the pieces were falling into place, and Sam didn't like where it was leading. "Why does Lucifer have any interest in me?"

Casey shrugged. "Not sure."

The room was quiet, many unanswered questions floating around in Sam's head.

Casey broke the silence. "I did it for you, ya know."

"What?"

"Talking to Trotter, changing this uneventful town into the funhouse it is. I did it in your name. Many of the people here will be sent to Hell, creating more followers for you."

Sam shifted on the barrel, uncomfortable. "I don't want more people to be sent to Hell. I want to save people."

Casey stood up, an excited look on her face. "I know how you can gain the respect from the demons while still saving people!"

Sam stood up, curiosity getting the better of him. "How?"

I co-wrote a Supernatural/Harry Potter crossover with my Beta Alytiger, if you have a spare moment please check it out! It's called "Hexed Hearts" and it's based off of the Supernatural episode 2x17.