Sam stared in horror as he watched Nick shoot Bob and Sharon. In a way he was glad. Bob was hurting him. But, on the other hand, he had never seen anyone die before.

"Come on, Sam," Nick said, as he untied him. "We have to go before the police get here.

"But, you're the FBI and you were protecting me," Sam said.

"That doesn't matter. If they find us here, they'll arrest me and send you to an orphanage. Or a foster home with another Bob. You don't want that, do you?"

"No," Sam shook his head.

"Hurry up, then."

Sam quickly pulled out a pair of jeans and followed Nick out to his car. He didn't know why, but he still didn't trust him. It didn't make any sense. After all, the guy had just saved his life—for the second time.

"Where are we going?" Sam asked.

"I don't know yet," Lucifer lied. He knew exactly where Crowley was holed up. He just hoped they got there before all the sacrifices had been made.

SSS

"Want to go over the plan again?" Dean asked.

Crowley rolled his eyes. "I thought Sam was the anal one. We've been over the plan 100 times. Lucifer walks in through that door. You shoot him with this ice maker machine that your weirdo friend Frank found for us. Lucifer will be encased in ice. I'll be waiting on the roof. I'll pour gasoline all over the block and then you'll set it on fire."

"How do we know he'll show?"

"Oh, he'll show. He can't chance me casting that spell."

SSS

"Are we going to stop soon?" Sam whined. "It's been hours and I'm hungry."

Sam's little temper tantrum was perfect timing. The warehouse Crowley was supposed to be in was right around the corner. "Sure, I'll find a place to hide you and then go get you some food."

"Why can't we just go get food?" Sam asked.

"Because it's too dangerous. Just trust me, OK?" Lucifer had no doubt of Sam's devotion. He had saved him from that moron Bob. He hoped Bob and Delores had kept their vessels. He didn't need the cops after him for real.

"Here we go," Lucifer said easing into the empty parking lot outside the warehouse.

"This isn't a hotel."

Lucifer fought to keep from rolling his eyes. Kid thought he was such a genius. "I know. We're hiding, remember? I'll go in with you and make sure it's safe before I leave for food."

"OK," Sam agreed. He didn't want to go into that scary looking building by himself.

"Take this," Lucifer said handing Sam a gun.

"What for?"

"If someone's inside, you may need to defend yourself, or me," Lucifer said. Sam would save his life to repay him.

"I don't want to shoot anybody," Sam protested. The bottles for target practice were one thing, but people were another.

"Well, I didn't want to shoot Bob, but I did it for you," Lucifer growled.

Sam shrank back.

Lucifer sighed. He didn't have time for this. He needed Sam to march inside and shoot the vessel. "There probably won't be anybody inside. And you only need to shoot someone if they're threatening us or somebody else." Surely Sam wouldn't have a problem with shooting some guy who was sacrificing a bunch of kids. His own gun would jam, of course. He couldn't be the one doing the killing.

When Lucifer and Sam walked into the warehouse, he momentarily froze. He hadn't expected Dean. And there were no kids. "Sam, that's the guy who killed your parents."

Sam recognized him from the day Nick had rescued him. He was aiming some kind of hose at Nick. Sam pulled out his gun and aimed it at the man. "Put it down."

Dean hadn't realized that Sam would have been so fast. He only needed another second. But, if Sam killed him now, Lucifer would become all powerful. He set the hose on the ground and put his hands up. "I'm not going to hurt you, Sammy," he promised. He looked so small and vulnerable. It seemed wrong for him to be holding a gun, much less point it at him.

"Don't call me that!" Sam yelled. Only his father and brother were allowed to call him that.

"Shoot him!" Nick was yelling at him. This could all be over in a matter of seconds.

"Why don't you?" Sam asked.

"He killed your family. I'm giving you the chance to avenge them. If you don't do that, they'll be disappointed in you."

"That's not true, Sam," Dean said. "First of all, he's lying. I didn't kill your family. Your brother's still alive and your father was killed by one of his employee's," he said indicating Lucifer.

Sam looked sharply at Nick. "Is that true?"

"Of course not."

But Sam wasn't so sure. There was something about Nick that had never seemed right to him. Crowley watched all this from his perch next to the skylight above them. He should have shot Sam the second he came into the warehouse. Then Dean would have been able to get on with the show. On the other hand, he might have just let the devil take over the world to spite him for killing his precious Sammy. Now he would just have to wait to see how this played out.

Dean took a tentative step forward. Sam tightened his grip on the gun. "Stay back."

"Sam, look into my eyes and see if I'm lying to you."

Sam looked into his eyes. They looked a lot like Dean's. But, obviously this guy wasn't Dean. He was way too old.

"He's a born con man. You can't tell anything by his eyes."

Sam looked over at Nick. Dean closed the distance between the two of them and hit Sam in the head knocking him out. "Sorry, Sammy. Had to get you out of the way."

Lucifer aimed his gun at Dean and pulled the trigger.