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In answer to the previous chapter, Lilith was the figure who visited Alistair. Please keep in mind that this is an AU, so even though John didn't break in the TV show (Dean did), I took a little liberty as the author.

In order to make up for the shorter chapter last time, I made this chapter a wee bit longer. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please review and let me know what you think.

6 months later

Sam wiped his hands on a white cloth, staining it red. The bodies around him were still, wings burned into the ground around each corpse.

Heaven was underestimating Sam more and more nowadays. They only sent a handful of angels to stop the breaking of the last rule. It was almost as if heaven was halfheartedly trying to stop him.

Sam looked up as a demon approached. The demon was all smiles.

"The mission has been accomplished, sir. This last se- uh, rule, has been broken."

The demon eyed Sam as he picked up an angel blade.

"What are you waiting for? We can't let anyone else get their hands on something as precious and dangerous as these."

The demon flew into action, collecting the remaining blades.

"I want those in the weapons cabinet in the main hall by the time I get back. If any of them are missing..." Sam let the threat hang in the air.

The demon blanched. "Y-yes sir. I-I mean, n-no sir. I-I mean-"

"Just get out of here."

Sam teleported to a certain junkyard near Sioux Falls, South Dakota. A familiar worn ball cap bounced slowly into view. Sam smiled to himself as crash, followed by a loud exclamation of "BALLS," was heard.

Bobby cursed to himself as he viewed the damage. His tools were scattered all over the dusty junkyard. Fucking tree root made 'im trip. Bending down, Bobby began to pick up the tools strewn all about, offering the occasional curse as his old joints protested the new position.

Sam leaned against the tree next to him, watching the older hunter quietly. He had been visiting Bobby quite a lot lately. Was it because Sam was waging war with heaven and believed his life was in danger? Laughable. Angels are nothing. Was it because Sam felt more nostalgic for the 'good old days?' Probably not. Sam lost all hope for nostalgia when Dean died. Was it because Sam felt guilty about working with demons and worried for Bobby's safety? More probable, but not entirely it.

Sam wasn't quite sure why he had been visiting Bobby, but it was always like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. It felt good to see him living his life even if Sam wasn't a part of it. Sam's visits were never known to Bobby, but that was okay. If Bobby saw Sam, he'd want answers, and answers were something that Sam could not give him.

Sam watched Bobby walk the now-full toolbox back to the shed. As the door to the shed shut, Sam teleported away.

Bobby glanced out the window and sighed. He didn't know how Sam did it, but he was gone again. Damn it, why didn't the boy ever let him know he was there? There was no way in hell that Bobby would turn the boy away, no matter what he had done in the past. Sam was his family, and Bobby would be damned if he caused the poor boy anymore grief.

Bobby had wards all around his house, so he always knew when someone walked on his property. The first time Sam had shown up, Bobby damn near had a heart attack. He wasn't sure what Sam's intentions were, but it soon became apparent that Sam meant him no harm. All he wanted to do was check up on him. So for every visit following, Bobby just pretended Sam wasn't there. Of course, today was a surprise. The junkyard had been quiet, so Sam's sudden appearance had startled Bobby so much that he dropped his tools. It's a good thing Sam didn't realize it was because of him. If he did, Bobby was sure he'd never show up again.

Whatever that boy was doing, Bobby wanted him to feel welcome. Sam was a good kid, after all.

"Sam needs to be killed. Now." The demon pleaded with Lilith. "He's already gone past his usefulness. You know he won't approve of what you're trying to do, so just get rid of that one loose end."

Lilith sighed. "Joseph, I can't do that."

Joseph pressed his point. "You can't be serious? Do you really think he's so powerful? He's naïve; kill him when he least expects it! You cannot break the final seal and free Lord Lucifer if he is still around!"

"What?!" Joseph turned around to see a furious Winchester standing in the doorway. "You're going to be doing what?!"

Joseph's eyes widened. "S-sir! W-why are you back so early?"

"What the hell do you mean you're freeing Lucifer? What the hell have I been doing these past six months?"

Lilith raised her hands in defense. "Now, Sam, listen-"

Sam turned on her. "Listen? Listen? Why would I listen to your sorry excuse? It'll just be more lies, but I guess I should've expected this."

"I couldn't just tell you. You're a buzz kill."

"A buzz kill?! Are you serious right now? You're freeing the freaking devil from his prision made by God, and you-"

"God?!" Lilith laughed without mirth. "God abandoned the earth. He isn't even worth the dirt He created. I'm doing him a favor. I'm taking his favorite angel out of timeout, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. All those 'rules' you had been breaking to annoy the angels? Yeah, those were seals that held the locks in place on our Lord's prison. All I need to do is break the final seal, and he is free. There's nothing you can do now, Sam. You are as helpless now as you were when Dean died."

Sam saw red. He reached out a hand and started to burn Lilith from the inside. She started to convulse, her meatsuit moving of its own accord as the demon inside struggled to get out. Sam's nose started to bleed, but he ignored it.

Push harder. Kill her. Stop this madness from happening.

Lilith stopped convulsing and laughed. "Ha! You aren't strong enough to kill me! How are you gonna save this sorry world now?"

Sam reached out and telekinetically dragged Joseph over. Placing one hand on his shoulder, Sam drained Joseph of his demonic energy and focused that energy on killing Lilith. The convulsions started again, harder this time. Her eyes rolled back into her head. Her demonic energy burned orange as it was destroyed, highlighting the skeleton of her meatsuit. Lilith's meatsuit dropped to the ground in a heap. All of her demonic energy was gone. Lilith was dead.

Sam's knees buckled out from under him. His head was pounding; blood flowed freely from his nose. Sam blinked as his vision went blurry. When did he lie down? Sam watched as the blood flowed across the ground seemingly with a mind of his own. Why was the blood moving? Was the ground slanted? Did Sam have a concussion?

The last thing Sam saw before the darkness overtook him was a bright flash of light.