When the Levee Breaks Part 1

Sam was inside the room, Deana and Angela just outside, talking through the little barred window in the door.

"Okay. Let me out." Sam said. "This is not funny."

"Damn straight." Angela replied.

"Dean, Angie, come on. This is crazy."

"No. Not until you dry out." Dean replied.

"Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lied to you. Just open the door."

"You don't have to apologize. It's not your fault." Dean replied. "It's not your fault that you lied to me and Angie over and over again. It's not your fault Angie had to tell me about the demon blood. I get it now. You couldn't help it."

Sam froze. "I'm not some junkie."

"Really?" Angela scoffed. "I guess we've just imagines how strung out you've been lately."

"You guys are actually trying to twist this into some kind of ridiculous drug intervention?" Sam asked.

"If it smells like a duck." Dean replied.

"Dean, Angie, I'm not drinking the demon blood for kicks. I'm getting strong enough to kill Lilith."

"Strong?" Angela scoffed.

"Yeah." Angela replied.

"This about as far away from strong as you can get." She replied. "Try weak. Try desperate. Pathetic." She spat.

"Killing Lilith is what matters." Sam said. "Or are you and Dean so busy being self-righteous you two forgot about her?"

"Oh, Lilith's gonna die." Angela said. "Bobby, Dean and I will kill her. But not with you."

"You're not serious."

"Congrats, Sammy." Dean said. "You just bought yourself a benchwarmer seat to the apocalypse."

"Dean, Angie, look, no, wait—

Dean shut the window cover.

"Come back here." Sam said. "Dean! Angie! Let me out of here! Angie! Dean! Let me out of here! Let me out! Dean! Angie!"

~/~\~

Sam banged on the door and circled the room; the room blurred. The light flickered.

"Guys!" Sam yelled. "Get down here! Something's coming!"

"Hello, Sam." Alastair said. "It's a pleasure to see you again. Looks like I have you all to myself here. Goodness. How will we pass the time?"

Sam was bound to a cross inside a devil's trap, gagged.

"Don't. No, no, don't." Sam begged. "Don't, don't. No, stop! Stop! Alastair, please. Please."

"So polite all of a sudden." Alastair smiled. "Very nice. I appreciate that."

"No. Alastair, please. No, no—

Sam screamed. He was neither gagged nor bound; he was on the cot in the middle of the devil's trap, arms over the open air on either side.

"No. No." he said. "God, no! Please! Please, please. God!"

~/~\~

Bobby poured three glasses of whiskey and handed one to Dean and Angela.

"Stop! Stop!" Sam yelled.

"How long is this gonna go on?" Dean asked.

"Here, let me just look it up in my demon detox manual." Bobby replied. "Oh wait. No one ever wrote one. No telling how long it'll take. Hell, or if Sam will even live through it."

The phone rang. Bobby sighed and answered.

"Hello." He said. "…Suck dirt and die, Rufus. You call me again, I'll kill you."

"What's up with Rufus?" Angela asked.

"He knows." Bobby replied. The phone rang. Bobby answered. "I'm busy, you son of a bitch. This better be important."

~/~\~

Sam realized he was neither gagged nor bound; it surprised him.

"The answer's yes. You're hallucinating." Young Sam said. "That's right, it's me. Or I mean it's you."

"I'm losing my mind." Sam mumbled.

"Definitely." Young Sam nodded.

"What do you want?"

"An explanation." Young Sam demanded. "How could you do this to me? I thought we were gonna be normal."

"I tried. I did. It didn't pan out that way. Sorry, kid."

"'Sorry, kid'?" Young Sam asked. "That's what you have to say? It's all we ever wanted. We were so close. You got away from Dad. You quit hunting. You were gonna become a lawyer and get married. Why'd you blow it?"

"Look. They killed Jessica."

"Yeah. And if you hadn't run off with Dean, if you'd been there to protect her, she'd still be alive."

"I know." Sam murmured.

"You think Jess would want you to turn into this? She loved you." Young Sam replied. "You think she'd be happy you using her as an excuse?"

"I'm sorry. I am." Sam apologized. "But life doesn't turn out the way you thought when you were 14 years old. We were never gonna be normal. We were never gonna get away. Grow up."

"Maybe you're right. Maybe there's no escape." Young Sam said. "After all, how can you run from what's inside you?" his eyes turned yellow.

~/~\~

"The news. The news ain't good." Bobby said.

"This is what Rufus called about?" Dean asked. "'Key West sees ten species go extinct'."

"Yep." Bobby nodded. "Plus Alaska. 15 man fishing crew all stricken blind, cause unknown. New York, teacher goes postal, locks the door, kills exactly 66 kids. All this in a single day. I looked them up. There's no doubt about it. They're all seals. Breaking. Fast."

"How many are left?" Angela asked.

"Who knows? Can't be many. Where the hell are your angel pals?"

"You tell us." Dean scoffed.

"I'm just wondering." Bobby shrugged.

"What?" Dean and Angela asked.

"The apocalypse being nigh and all… is now really the right time to be having this little domestic drama of ours?"

"What do you mean?" Angela frowned.

"Well, I don't like this any more than you two do, but Sam can kill demons." Bobby said. "He's got a shot at stopping Armageddon."

"So what?" Dean asked. "Sacrifice Sam's life, his soul, for the greater good? Is that what you're saying? Times are bad, so let's use Sam as a nuclear warhead?"

"Look, I know you hate me for suggesting it." Bobby started. "I hate me for suggesting it. I love that boy like a son. All I'm saying is maybe he's here right now instead of on the battlefield because we love him too much."

~/~\~

Sam sat cross legged on the floor of the room and looked around. The room blurred. Sam spotted a pitcher of water and tried to get it; he had to brace himself on the cot to get off the floor.

"Poor baby." Mary whispered.

Sam looked up, startled. "Mom."

Mary was a white nightgown with a large bloodstain. "Sam. You look just awful."

Sam laughed. "Let's hear it. Go ahead."

"What do you mean?" Mary asked.

"You're disappointed. You never thought I'd turn out this way." Sam replied. "I'm a piss-poor excuse for a son. Your heart is broken. Am I close?"

"Not at all. You're doing the right thing, Sam." Mary soothed. "What you're doing is brave. You're not being crazy, you're being practical. Sam, I am so proud of you."

"But, but, Dean, Angie—

"Your brother and Angela don't understand." Mary replied. "I was raised a hunter from a long line. We understand that there are gonna be hard choices. And we do what we have to, to get the job done. Yes, our family is cursed. But you, you have the power to turn it into a gift. You can use it against them."

"For revenge?" Sam asked.

"No, for justice. I know how scared you are."

"What's in me, Mom, it's—

"Evil. And you know it." She replied.

"What if it's stronger than me? Look at me. What if Dean and Angie are right?"

"Dean can never know how strong you are, because Dean is weak. And so it Angela. She feared what was inside her so much that she's letting angels purify her. Look at what they've done to you. Locking you in here? They're terrified. They're in over their head. You have to go on without them. You have what it takes. You have to kill Lilith."

"Even if it kills me."

"Make my death mean something." Mary whispered. "I'm counting on you, Sam. Don't let anyone or anything get in your way. Not even Dean and Angela."

Mary kissed Sam on the forehead and vanished.

~/~\~

"Well, it's about time." Angela whispered. "We've been screaming ourselves hoarse out here for about two and a half hours now."

"What do you want?" Castiel asked.

"You can start with what the hell happened in Illinois." Angela replied. "You just walked off!"

"What do you mean?" he asked her.

"Cut the crap!" she replied. "You were gonna tell us something."

"Well, nothing of import."

"You got ass-reamed in heaven but it was not of import?" Angela asked.

"Angela, I can't. I'm sorry." Castiel replied. "Get to the reason you two really called me. It's about Sam, right?"

"Can he do it? Kill Lilith, stop the apocalypse?" Dean asked.

"Possible, yes." Castiel nodded. "But as you know, he'd have to take certain steps."

"Crank up the hell-blood regimen." Dean said.

"Consuming the amount of blood it would take to kill Lilith would change Sam forever." Castiel replied. "Most likely, he would become the next creature that you would feel compelled to kill. There's not reason this would have to come to pass. We believe it's you two, not Sam. The only question for us is whether you two are willing to accept it. Stand up and accept your roles. You two are the ones who will stop it."

"If I do this, Sammy doesn't have to?" Dean asked.

"If it gives you comfort to see it that way." Castiel replied. He looked at Angela. "And accepting your role, Angela, it is the last step of the purification process."

Angela nodded. "Okay, I'm in."

"Fine. Me too." Dean said.

"You two give yourself over wholly to the service of God and his angels?" Castiel asked.

"Yeah, exactly." Dean nodded.

"Say it." Castiel replied.

"We give ourselves over wholly to serve God and you guys." Dean and Angela replied.

"You two swear to follow his will and his word swiftly and obediently as you did your own fathers'?" Castiel asked.

"Yes, we swear." Dean and Angela nodded.

"Now what?" Dean asked.

"Now you wait, and we call on you when it's time." Castiel replied.

~/~\~

Sam sat on the floor, twitching. Black veins spread across his palms and up his arms. He got up and looked in the mirror; black veins spread across his face.

"Guys! Help!" he yelled.

~/~\~

"Bobby! Dean! Angie!" Sam yelled. "Help! Hey! Hey! Guys! Guys! Help!"

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you two willingly signed up to be the angels' bitches." Bobby said.

Dean and Angela looked at him.

"I'm sorry." Bobby said. "You two prefer 'suckers'?" he asked. "After everything you guys have said about them, now you trust them?"

"Come on, give us a little credit, Bobby." Dean replied. "I've never trusted them less. I mean, they come on like shady politicians from planet Vulcan."

"Then why the hell did you—

"Because what other option do we have?" Angela asked. "It's either trust the angels or let Sam trust a demon?"

"I see your point." Bobby replied.

"You hear that?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, that's a little too much nothing." Dean muttered.

Dean, Bobby and Angela hurried to the basement and opened the window in the door. Sam was on the floor of the panic room, having a seizure.

"What if he's faking?" Angela asked.

"You really think he would?"

"I think he'd do anything." Dean replied.

Sam was slammed against the wall by an invisible force.

"That ain't faking." Bobby said.

They threw open the door and charged in to get Sam down and pinned him to the cot.

"We're gonna have to tie him down for his own safety." Bobby said. "Dean? Angie? You with me? Dean! Angie! Before he has another fit."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's just get it over with." Angela murmured.

~/~\~

Sam, calm now, discovered he's been chained to the cot. He sat up.

"We had to." Angela said. "The demon blood was flinging you all over the room. Tell me something, Sam." She murmured. "Why did you do this to yourself?"

"You know why." Sam whispered.

"Right." Angela nodded "'Kill Lilith'. The big excuse. But why? What, revenge? Right?"

"Of course." Sam said.

"Revenge for what?" Dean asked. "For sending me to hell? Did you happen to notice I'm back? Alive and kicking. So what's the point?"

"Point?" Sam asked. "How about 'stop the damn apocalypse'?" he addressed an empty room.

"Our gig." Angela gestured to Dean and herself. "Not yours. The angels said so, remember? God picked us, man. So you got any other fantastic excuses? Hmm?"

~/~\~

"I'm gonna ask one more time." Bobby said. "Are we absolutely sure we're doing the right thing?"

"Bobby, you saw what was happening to him down there. The demon blood is killing him." Dean replied.

"No, it isn't. We are." Bobby replied.

"What?" Angela whispered.

"I'm sorry." Bobby said. "I can't bite my tongue any longer. We're killing him. Keeping him locked up down there. This cold-turkey thing isn't working. If, if he doesn't get what he needs, soon, Sam's not gonna last much longer."

"No." Angela shook her head. "I'm not giving him demon blood. I won't do it."

"And if he dies?"

"Then at least he dies human!" Dean yelled.

~/~\~

"I know why you really drink that blood, Sam." Angela said.

"Just leave me alone." Sam replied.

"Makes you feel strong. Invincible." Angela continued. "A big bad wolf in a world of little pigs."

"No. You're wrong, Angie." Sam replied.

"It's more than that, isn't it?" Dean asked. "It's because your whole life, you felt different. Am I right?"

"Stop." Sam replied.

"Oh, I hit a little close to home, huh?" Dean murmured. "Not different because you were some lonely kid or because of your weirdo family."

"Stop it." Sam said.

Angela knelt beside the cot. "Because you're a monster." She whispered.

"Shut up!" Sam yelled. "Just, shut. The hell. Up."

"You were always a monster." Angela said. "And you only feel right when you're sucking down more poison and more evil."

Sam rattled his chain.

~/~\~

"I would die for him in a second, but I won't let him do this to himself." Dean said.

"I can't either." Angela murmured. "Guess we found our line. We won't let Sam turn into a monster."

~/~\~

"Monster, Sam." Angela spat. "You're a monster. I can't believe I ever loved you." She scoffed.

"Angie, no." Sam shook his head.

"And I tried so hard to pretend that you were still my Sammy." She murmured. "That you weren't one of the filthy things that we hunt. But we're not even the same species." She said. "You're nothing to me." She stood up. "Luckily, Castiel came along." She smirked.

"Don't say that to me. Don't you say that to me." Sam replied. Sam looked around. The room was empty.

~/~\~

The cuff on Sam's left arm snapped open, then his left ankle, then the other two. The door opened. Sam sat up, staring; he didn't do this.

"Hello?" he asked. Sam got up and slipped out the door. "Someone here?"

Sam hurried quietly out of the basement without noticing Castiel behind the stairs. From a distance, Castiel closed and locked the panic room door.

~/~\~

Sam was working on stealing a car. A gun cocked. Sam turned.

"Uh-uh, Sam." Bobby said. "The only place you're going is back inside with me."

"No." Sam replied.

"Dammit, boy."

"You won't shoot me, Bobby." Sam said.

"Don't test me."

"You won't do it. You can't do it." Sam replied.

"We're trying to help you, Sam."

Sam took hold of Bobby's shotgun so that Bobby couldn't aim anywhere but point blank at Sam.

"Then shoot." Sam challenged.

There was a long pause. Sam took the gun and knocked Bobby down, then threw the gun on the ground and returned to hotwiring the car. He drove off.

A/N: Hello! Sorry this is late! And, I'm sorry for not updating in ages. The past two weeks have been very busy what with family coming up and GISHWHES. I'm finishing up the last few chapters of the installment. As for the fourth installment I'm more than halfway done with the planning stage. I expect the writing stage to not take as long as this one, so I plan to have it up at the end of September/beginning of October. :) Hope you all enjoyed.

Don't forget to review, review, review! Love you guys!

~Emily