A/N: So, I know that I have said this before, but I feel like I haven't said it enough. THANK YOU. To all of you who read this story, those of you who take the time to review, thank you so much. Everytime I get an email saying I have a new review, I get really excited. So, in all honesty, thank you all so much!

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Natalie slowly opened her eyes, being greeted by the sunlight just beginning to stream through the worn down window blinds. She blinked away the blurriness and sleep from her eyes, realizing that she was lying down on a spare bed. Leaning up, Natalie looked around the room, when she paused, hearing voices coming from downstairs.

Groaning tiredly, Natalie rubbed her eyes and pushed herself up, swinging her legs to the side and stood. Walking towards the door, she stopped and looked behind her, around the room, wondering how she got up here, since, her and Sam had remained downstairs all night. He must have brought me up here.

Natalie walked out of the room and took the stairs, one at a time, when she spotted Sam and Crowley talking at the foot of the stairs.

"So, go ahead. Go and ruin our best hope. It's only the end of the world."

Natalie furrowed her brows at Crowley, confuse by his words. Crowley gave her a look before walking off towards the back of the house. She walked the rest of the way down as Sam turned around and saw her.

"Hey."

Natalie offered him a tired smile. "What was that all about?" She asked, motioning at Crowley.

Sam shrugged. "I really don't know. But, let's find out." Sam said, walking into the room in which Dean was currently tieing someone up, and Natalie followed closely behind.

Dean tightened the knot and looked up at them. "Sam."

"What's going on, Dean?"

"I need you to stay on mission, okay? Focused."

Both Sam and Natalie gave Dean a look. "I don't understand. What's all this about?" Sam asked.

"I'm doing this because I trust you."

"Trust me to what?"

"Sam?" The three of them look at the person sitting in the chair, but, their head was covered in some sort of hood. "Sam is that you?"

Dean sighed, reluctantly removing the hood. Sam stared in disbelief. "Brady?"

Brady chuckled and shook his head. "Brady hasn't been Brady in years. Not since, oh...middle of our sophomore year?"

"What?"

"That's right. You hd a devil on your shoulder even back then. Alright, now, let it all sink in." Brady finish, the smirk on his face growing.

Sam slowly processed the information, when his face suddenly contorted with anger. "You son of a bitch!" He advanced towards Brady, but Dean held him back. "You introduced me to Jess!"

"I think he's got it!"

Sam pushes against Dean, trying to get out of his hold. "I'm gonna kill you!"

Natalie stepped forward and took hold of Sam's arm, helping Dean pull him out of the room. Sam breaks from their grips and tries to walk back in the room when Dean stops him. "Get out of my way!"

Dean raised his hand up towards Sam. "No."

"Get out of my way, Dean."

"There is only one way to win, and it ain't by killing that thing in there. Sam, you need to calm down and clear your head. Crowley is going to try and crack him, you need to leave him alone, Sam."

"No way in hell." Sam pushed past Dean, when Natalie took hold of his arm, stopping him in his tracks.

"Sam. Don't. Just take a minute to clear your head." Natalie looked at him, her eyes asking him not to do this. He just needed to get away from Brady for a moment to gather himself. Sam looked down at her, reading her eyes, he knew what she was thinking. Sam took in a breath, then turned around and walked away from them.

Dean looked over at Natalie, his brows raised in surprise. "Hmm. Well, you were able to convince him quite easily."

"Yeah, I guess." Natalie kept her eyes on Sam as he disappeared out the back door. She spotted Crowley walking into another side room, that led to a hallway towards the room Brady was in.

Dean continued to stare at Natalie, his mind clouding with curiosity, due to the fact that he recognized that look on her face. The way that both of them were looking at each other just a second ago, caused Dean's conclusion to jump to the front of his mind. Dean lips curled into a small smirk, his eyes never leaving Natalie.

Natalie looked over at Dean, seeing the smirk on his face and the look in his eyes. She narrowed her eyes at him, wondering what the look was for. "What?"

"You and Sam." Dean responded

Natalie sighed, rolling her eyes she couldn't help but smile a little bit. "What do you want me to say Dean?"

Dean let out a quick laugh. "I knew it. You know, I was working my way through Sam, then I was gonna go for you."

Natalie shook her head. "Yeah, well, I heard you two talking back at that hotel."

Dean's smile faltered for a second, then he shrugged. "Well, it's about damn time you heard it."

"Wait. How long have you 'known'?" Natalie asked.

"First saw it when you were in the hospital...after you got shot. That's when I first asked Sam about it."

Natalie nodded her head in realization. "That's why he was acting all distant."

"Yeah, well, not anymore. Glad I don't have to keep having small pep talks with him. They were getting really exhausting." Natalie smiled and laughed at Dean's words.

Crowley walked out through the double doors that led to the room Brady was in and made his way over to Natalie and Dean. "How'd it go?" Dean asked, his tone changing quickly.

"Not well." Crowley said, looking down the hallway where Sam was last seen. "I'm guessing your moose is cooling himself off. Well, then, get bent."

"You going somewhere?" Dean asked.

"Well, he won't budge, so now I go stick my neck out."

"What are you gonna do?"

"Exactly the kind of desperate swashbuckle I've been trying to avoid. Now I go kick open a hive of demons. This whole bloody ring business better work." Crowley disappears, not giving Natalie or Dean a chance to question him more.

"Have you gotten any closer to finding it?" Natalie asked into the phone, as she paced back and forth in the room upstairs.

"We got close. Found one demon that he questioned. Gave us a location, but, once we got there...it was gone."

Natalie sighed at her Aunt's words and rubbed her forehead. "I should be out there with you...helping you find this thing."

"Nad, don't worry about it. I actually prefer you not being here. So what's going on with this all apocalypse mess?"

Natalie sighed. "I really don't know where to begin Aunt Clara. So much has happened...I just don't know what's going on anymore."

"It's that bad, isn't it?"

"Yeah. But, Bobby is still trying to find something we can use to stop all of this." Natalie paused, hearing something coming from downstairs, but brushed it aside.

"Nad, I'm sorry, I have to go. I'll call you when I can. Love you."

"I love—' Natalie stopped when she heard the other end of the line click and she sighed, pulling the phone away from her ear and slid it in her pocket.

Turning around, she looked up just in time to see Sam closing the door to the room. Natalie's brows furrow, as she approached the door and tried to open it, finding that it wouldn't budge.

"Sam?" Natalie raised her fist and banged against the door. "Sam! Sam open the door!" Natalie pressed her ear against the wood of the door, hearing his retreating footsteps and her eyes widened, knowing immediately what he was doing. "Sam! Don't! Don't do it!"

Natalie backed away from the door, going through her head what she needed to do in order to get out the room. She reached forward and grabbed the door knob, turning it left and right, and pushed against it, feeling that there was something blocking it from the other side.

Natalie pressed her right side against the door and began to push it, trying to loosen whatever was keeping her inside. She stepped away from the door and took in a breath, then slammed her body against the wood, hearing it snap. She threw herself against it again, this time, feeling the door dip in.

After a few more attempts, Natalie stopped and stepped away, rubbing her sore shoulder, she eyed the door, seeing that she had been able to make a well sized dent in the wood. "It's an old house anyway." Natalie said as she brought her foot up and kicked against the door.

A loud snap resonated throughout the room and she brought her foot up again and kicked it against the door, this time visibly seeing a small crack form. She raised her foot one more time, aimed it and kicked the door near the handle, when it suddenly opened, the chair that had been blocking the door was now pushed aside.

Natalie sighed in content and bolted out of the room and ran down the stairs. She could hear Dean calling from a room, knowing that Sam had locked him in somewhere as well, but she needed to stop Sam.

Natalie reached the bottom of the stairs and headed for the hallway towards the back of the house that led into the room Brady was in. Reaching the entryway, she saw Sam holding the knife to Brady's throat. "Sam! Don't!"

Sam looked up, surprised that Natalie actually managed to get out. Natalie raised her hand towards him, in a calming gesture, as she slowly walked in. "Sam...don't do this. Just...put it down." Natalie could see the confliction in Sam's eyes, part of him knew that this wasn't the way to go, yet, it was being clouded by his own anger.

Brady let out a laugh, his eyes motioning towards Natalie. "See you've gotten yourself a new pet, Sam. Nice job. She's a real catch." Sam turned his attention back towards Brady, all the confliction was now overwhelmed by anger. "You better be careful there though Sam. It would be a shame if anything happened to her."

Sam pressed the knife against Brady's neck, making a small cut on his skin. "Shut up! Shut the hell up! Don't you even think about it!"

"Sam!" Natalie tried again, moving a little faster towards Sam once she saw him cut at Brady's throat. "Sam, please." Natalie had finally reached Sam and grasped onto his arm.

Sam's eyes gazed down at her hand on his arm and looked at her, reading the silent plead that was filling her eyes and he could feel himself coming down from his high. He hesitantly drew his knife away from Brady and Natalie took this chance and pulled him towards the doorway and led him out of the room.

Once they had made it out of the room, Natalie walked over to the door where she could still hear Dean calling to be let out. "Hold on, Dean!" Natalie said, moving the chair away from the door and opened it.

Dean looked at her then at Sam, his eyes hardening. "What happened?"

"Nothing." Sam responded, dropping the knife down on the table.

"My ass."

"Dean, really, I was able to get him to stop before he did anything." Natalie said, backing up Sam's reply.

Dean looked at Natalie and then back at Sam. "Like you said. "Sam began. "We need him."

Natalie leaned against the wall, her eyes fixing on Brady, while Sam and Dean were both looking out the windows. The sun had finally set and they were still waiting for Crowley to return.

"My god the day I've had." Crowley said, finally appearing near the doorway. "Good news." He pointed at Brady. "You're going to live forever."

Brady gave Crowley a hesitant look. "What did you do?"

"Went over to a demons' nest—had a little massacre. Must be losing my touch though...let one of the little toads live. Oops." Crowley walked towards Brady. "Also might have given said toad the impression that you left your post last night because you and I are—wait for it—lovers in league against Satan."

Brady sighed heavily and allowed his head to hang. "Hello, darling." Crowley added sarcastically. "So, now death is off the table. Now you get to be on the boss's eternal-torment list with little old me."

"Oh, no, no, no!"

"Something else we have in common—apart from our torrid passion, of course—Craven self preservation. So, now, why don't you tell me where Pestilence is at?"

A very distant howl comes out of the nowhere, causing the three hunters to look at each other, all of them alert. "Was that a a hellhound?" Dean asked.

"I'd say yeah." Crowley responded.

"And why is a hellhound nearby?" Dean pressed.

Crowley's brows furrow slightly as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a coin. "What is that?" Sam asked.

"Remember I was telling you about my crafty little tracking device? Demons seemed to have planted one on me."

Natalie closed her eyes briefly and sighed. "You're saying that a damn hellhound followed you back here?"

"Well, technically, he followed this." Crowley gestured towards the coin in his hand.

"Get me out of here." Brady said. "I'll tell you anything you want."

"Shut up." Sam said.

"Okay, well, then we should go." Dean added.

"Sorry. No one knows more about hounds than I. You're long past the point of 'go'." Crowley tossed the coin to Dean, who caught it, only to find Crowley was now gone.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Natalie called out.

"I told you!" Sam said, directing it towards Dean.

"Oh, well, good for you." Dean mockingly replied. "Luckily, we have salt in the kitchen." Dean walked out of the room, leaving Natalie and Sam to watch over Brady.

Dean approaches the kitchen, his eyes searching for the salt, as the snarling ensued, Dean knew that the hound was now right outside of the house. He finally spotted the bag of salt and went to grab it, when the window suddenly crashed, signaling that the hellhound broke through.

Natalie and Sam both were startled by the sound of a window breaking. Natalie looked back at Sam, before peering out of the room. "Dean!"

"Nad! Get back!" Dean backs up out of the kitchen and into the living, spotting the shotgun on the table, he quickly grabbed it and cocked it, then fired a shot at the hound.

"Where's the salt?" Sam asked, once Dean had backed into the room.

"Obviously, I didn't get a chance to grab it!" Dean replied, keeping his focus on making sure that the hound was kept back.

"Damn it, get me out of here!" Brady called.

Natalie scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Oh, just shut up!"

"Hey!" Crowley called out, standing in the middle of the main room.

"You're back?" Dean asked, surprised.

"I'm invested. Currently." The sound of a hellhound barking came out of nowhere. "Stay!" Crowley commanded.

"You can control them?" Dean asked.

"Not that one." Crowley pointed towards the hellhound in front of Dean. "I brought my own." He patted the hound beside him. "Mine's bigger. Sic him boy!"

The sound of hellhounds barking and growling ensued as the noises of a fight mixed in. Sam quickly untied Brady and pushed him forward. "Go! Go!"

They all make their way out of the house, the hellhounds not paying any attention to them. Natalie opens the car door and allows Brady to get in first, then looked at Crowley gazing at the house.

"I'll wager $1,000 my pup wins." Crowley put in.

Natalie rolled her eyes. "Hey!" Crowley turned around and looked at Natalie, who pointed at the vehicle. "Get in the damn car Crowley."

Crowley shrugged off Natalie's tone and walked over to the other side of the car and opened the door. "Don't need to get all testy." He commented, before sliding in. Natalie scoffed before getting into the car, signaling for Dean to drive.

Brady hands Crowley a piece of paper. "Yeah. I'm sure Pestilence will be there."

Dean looked at Crowley expectantly, raising his brows. "What do you think?"

"It's good." Crowley said turning around and handing Dean the piece of paper, then looked back over at Brady. "You got no reason to lie, have you? Like I said before, you're in my boat."

"You've screwed me...for eternity." Brady added.

"Nah. Won't last that long. Trust me." Crowley turns around and follows Dean out of the alley. Dean picks up a bag of salt and begins to pour out a line, but stops, allowing Crowley to cross before closing the salt line.

Dean set down the bag and looked up at Natalie, who was leaning on the wall, standing near the salt line, her arms crossed over her chest.

"What is this?" Brady finally spoke up.

Dean turned around and looked at Brady. "All those angels, all those demons, all those sons of bitches—they just don't get it, do they, Sammy?"

"No, they don't Dean."

"You see Brady...we're the ones you should be afraid of."

Natalie watched silently as Sam approached Brady, only receiving a smile from him. "I bet this is a real moment for you, big boy. Gonna make you feel all better?"

"It's a start."

Brady chuckled and shook his head. "Gonna make up for all the times that we yanked your chain—yellow eyes, Ruby, me? But it wasn't all our fault, was it? No. You're the one who trusted us. You're the one who let us into your life, let us whisper in your ear over and over and over again. Ever wonder why that is, Sammy?"

Sam paused briefly, his brow creasing in confusion at Brady's words. Brady smirked, knowing that he had Sam somewhat hooked.

"Ever wonder why we were so in your blind spot? Maybe it's because we got the same stuff in our veins and, deep down, you know you're just like us." Brady stops and stares at Sam, before lunging after him, only to have Sam cut the knife at his neck.

Brady stumbles back against the wall behind him, his hand pressing against the wound on his neck. "Maybe you hate us so much because you what you see every time you look in the mirror. You ever think of that? Maybe the only difference between you and a demon...is your hell is right here."

Sam hummed in response then embedded the knife in Brady's stomach, twisting the weapon, giving him more satisfaction. He pulled out the knife, allowing the body to slump to the ground. Sam tilted his head to the side. "Interesting theory."

Natalie pressed her tongue to the side of her cheek, turned around and walked over to the Impala. She leaned against the door, seeing Sam making his way over to the car as well. Stopping next to her, Sam tossed the knife into the front seat through the window, and leaned his arms on the Impala.

She looked over at Sam, scanning his face she couldn't make out exactly what he was feeling, but, Natalie gathered he felt better, since he was able to take out Brady. Natalie opened her mouth, ready to say something, when she closed it, deciding that it would be best if she didn't say anything.

Sam spotted it out of the corner of his eye and he let out a sigh. "If there's something you want to say. Go ahead and say it."

"It's nothing." Natalie's answered earned her a look from Sam, but it didn't change her mind. "Really, it's nothing." Natalie turned to get into the car, when Sam took hold of her hand, causing her to pause. She looked back at Sam, feeling his hand tightening around hers, sending a calming warmth throughout her body. They both held that stance, neither of them daring to let the other one go, when Sam gently pulled her in and finally let go of her hand, wrapping his arm around her, holding her close to him.

Natalie didn't fight Sam, instead, she rested her head against his chest, her arm wrapped around his back and sighed in content. And in this small moment she was able to forget all of it. The Apocalypse, the demons, angels, everything. Natalie was able to push it all away, even though it would only be for a moment, she relished in this small freedom from all of the mess that was beginning to crumble around them.

Hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Sam and Nad's relationship is going to consist of mostly small gestures and some moments are coming up in the next chapters, so hope you all are up for that! Don't forget to leave me a review! Until next time! Xx